Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse 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 I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I 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 tell ya, I mean and cold
Those not afflicted 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 must forgive us for we care not we do
I got those can't stop crying, flying PMS blues

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

But a woman had to this 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 that
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' me when 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 one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this minute
With some old cranky, naggin', hateful woman
those old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to talk it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS