Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the
You make us hate our husbands, our and our boss
Why I even count the good friends I've already lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
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, say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
You poor old men didn't to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must forgive us for we not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS

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

But a woman had to write song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You don't to cross my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
Head a swellin', can't 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 think about I'd been a man
But you know only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right 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,
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS