Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you put your curse on me
Why didn't you 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 help
I got those God almighty, slap PMS blues
times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn and cold
Those not afflicted with it are just the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must us for we care not what we do
I got those stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we can't it
We don't know the cause
But as soon as this over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a of fun
Like the taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be 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 no match
For teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my life I ever think about I'd been a man
But you that only means one thing
If I'd been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' woman
With old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you back
Gone ballistic,
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS