Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you woman, you done put your curse on me
Why you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our
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 God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm as gold
But when I'm PMS I ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected the same
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 care not we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes PMS blues

But you know we can't it
We don't even 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 this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just victim to
Those PMS
You know kill for less than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
Cause a pitbull no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a
Nothin' fits me it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my 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 very
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful
those old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we both do without it
Got those your kids bad, don't you talk back
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS