Luyện nghe bài hát Muchhausen Syndrom

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

Sometimes when alone in her apartment
Deep in her soul she experiences her pain
It starts running up'n down the floor
it stops

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

She pounds her tortured bloody fists on the
to feel the same pain we would
At the end she out for all she's worth
Making her soar to her day

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

for year
Month for
Day for day
Hour for

she was a child
Her parents gave no
when she was sick
Everybody care of her

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

for year
Month for
Day for day
for hour

When she had problems as a
Her parents gave no
But when she had an
All took of her

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