Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just that apple hangin' in the tree
You us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as
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 us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, flying PMS blues

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

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be to
Lest he be a chauvenist or just fall victim to
PMS blues
You we'd kill for less than that
PMS
You don't to cross my path
Cause a ain't no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
Got moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only 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 minute
With some old cranky, naggin', 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, you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS