Luyện nghe bài hát Muchhausen Syndrom

Whatever the woman in does
Her are covered by silk gloves
She's a lady that elegant'n stylish
No one knows that she in misery

Sometimes when she's alone in her
Deep in her soul she her inner pain
It starts with running up'n the floor
it stops

She then in a cramped position
And begins gnawing on her
Then continues by cutting up her already
And stunted hands with a

She pounds her tortured bloody on the floor
Unable to feel the same pain we
At the end she cries out for all worth
Making her to her seventh day

Indifferent she to bed or watches tv
Not knowing that in
She shares that misery with others
It

for year
Month for
Day for day
for hour

When she was a
Her parents no love
Only she was sick
Everybody took of her

And now thirty
It's still in her mind
It again - n - again
And it

for year
Month for
Day for day
Hour for

When she had as a teenager
Her parents no help
But when she had an
All care of her

And now forty
It's still deep in her
She's by muchhausen - syndrom
and damned to death