Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you woman, you done put your curse on me
Why you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our
Why I can't even count the friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but something I can't help
I got God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected the same
You poor old men didn't to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, flying PMS blues

But you we can't help it
We even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

But a had to write this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall to
PMS blues
You know kill for less than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
Cause a pitbull no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', hateful woman
With old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to about it, we both could do without it
Got those your kids bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS