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 hate our husbands, our lovers and our
Why I can't count the good friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You you must 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 even know the
But as soon as this part's over, comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering,
Everybody's suffering,

But a woman had to write song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd for less than that
PMS
You want to cross my path
Cause a ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid
Head a swellin', can't yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a
Nothin' me when it hits 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 means one
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very
some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old PMS
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