Luyện nghe bài hát Muchhausen Syndrom

Whatever the woman in black
Her hands are by silk gloves
She's a lady looks elegant'n stylish
No one knows she lives in misery

Sometimes she's alone in her apartment
Deep in her soul she experiences her inner
It starts with up'n down the floor
Suddenly it

She then cowers in a position
And gnawing on her fingernails
Then continues by cutting up her already
And stunted with a razor-blade

She pounds her tortured fists on the floor
Unable to feel the same we would
At the end she out for all she's worth
her soar to her seventh day

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

Year for
Month for
Day for day
for hour

When she was a
Her gave no love
Only when she was
Everybody took of her

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

for year
Month for
Day for day
for hour

When she had as a teenager
Her gave 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