Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you put your curse on me
Why you just 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 even like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as
But I'm PMS I tell 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 feel pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must forgive us for we care not we do
I got those can't crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we help it
We even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
going to always be a heap of fun
Like the taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a woman had to write song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd for less than that
PMS
You want to cross my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
Head a swellin', can't yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

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