Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why didn't you just leave that 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, slap PMS blues
Most I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
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 not what we do
I got those stop 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 comes the
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a of fun
Like the devil taking my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a had to write 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 than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
a pitbull ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' fits me 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
some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, you talk back
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS