Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that hangin' in the tree
You make us our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are just the same
You old men didn't have 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, flying PMS blues

But you we can't help it
We don't know the cause
But as soon as this over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're to always be a heap 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 called a chauvenist or just victim to
Those PMS
You we'd kill for less than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my life I think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this minute
With old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those your kids bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS