Luyện nghe bài hát Munchhausen Syndrom

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

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

She cowers in a cramped position
And begins gnawing on her
Then by cutting up her already maimed
And stunted hands with a

She pounds her tortured bloody fists on the
to feel 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 knowing in reality
She shares misery with many others
It

for year
Month for
Day for day
for hour

When she was a
Her gave no love
when she was sick
took care of her

And now she's
still deep in her mind
It returns again - n -
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 care of her

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