Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

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

But you know we help it
We even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the
Oh, Lord, Oh,
going to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a woman had to write song, a man would be scared to
he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd for less than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid
a swellin', can't 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 that only means one
If I'd have been a man, I'd be right this very minute
some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With 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
Gone ballistic,
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS