Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already
of PMS blues, PMS blues
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 easy going, some say I'm as gold
But I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted it are affected just the same
You old men didn't 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 stop crying, dishes PMS blues

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

But a had to write this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a or just fall victim to
PMS blues
You know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You want to cross my path
a pitbull ain't no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' me when it hits 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 a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With old PMS blues
PMS
I want to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS