Luyện nghe bài hát Munchhausen Syndrom

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

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

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

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

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

for year
Month for
Day for day
Hour for

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

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

Year for
for month
Day for day
Hour for

she had problems as a teenager
Her gave no help
But she had an accident
All care of her

And now forty
still deep in her mind
She's controlled by - syndrom
Incurable and damned to