Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you put your curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple in the tree
You make us our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even like myself, but it's something I help
I got those God almighty, somebody PMS blues
times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I 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 your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes PMS blues

But you know we help it
We don't even the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to be a heap of fun
Like the devil 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 fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for less that
PMS
You don't to cross my path
Cause a pitbull no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
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 ever think wishing I'd been a man
But you know only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere this very minute
With old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
those old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we both could do it
Got those treat your kids bad, you talk back
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS