Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't
I got God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm going, some say I'm good as gold
But I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn 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 forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes PMS blues

But you we can't help it
We don't know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then 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 be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or fall victim to
PMS blues
You know kill for less than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
Cause a ain't no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
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 ever 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 both do without it
Got those your kids bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS