Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I 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 just the same
You poor old men didn't to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You you must forgive 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 even 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 devil over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

But a woman had to write this song, a man be scared to
he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You we'd kill for less than that
PMS
You want to cross my path
Cause a pitbull no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
fits me when 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 know that only one thing
If I'd been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful
With old PMS blues
PMS
I want to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you back
Gone ballistic,
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS