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 and our boss
Why I can't even the good friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I even like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm as gold
But I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are just the same
You poor old men have to grin 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 crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we can't it
We don't even know the
But as soon as this over, then comes 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 woman had to this 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 my path
Cause a pitbull no match
For teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

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