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 count the good friends I've already
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, somebody PMS blues
times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I ya, I turn mean and cold
not afflicted with it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I 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 we can't help it
We don't know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to be a heap of fun
the devil 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 fall victim to
PMS blues
You know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' fits me 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 that only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere 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 treat your kids bad, you talk back
Gone ballistic,
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS