Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

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

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

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

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