Luyện nghe bài hát Muchhausen Syndrom

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

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

She then cowers in a cramped
And begins on her fingernails
continues by cutting up her already maimed
And stunted with a razor-blade

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

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

Year for
for month
Day for day
Hour for

she was a child
Her parents gave no
Only she was sick
took care of her

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

for year
Month for
Day for day
for hour

When she had problems as a
Her gave no help
But she had an accident
All took of her

And now she's
It's still in her mind
controlled by muchhausen - syndrom
Incurable and to death