Luyện nghe bài hát Munchhausen Syndrom

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

when she's alone in her apartment
Deep in her soul she experiences her inner
It starts with running down the floor
Suddenly it

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

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

Indifferent she goes to bed or tv
Not that in reality
She shares that misery with 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 she's
It's still in her mind
It returns again - n -
And it

for year
Month for
Day for day
for hour

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 in her mind
She's controlled by muchhausen -
Incurable and to death