Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

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

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

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be to
he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know kill for less than that
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my life I 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
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS