Luyện nghe bài hát Munchhausen Syndrom

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

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

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

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

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

for year
Month for
Day for day
Hour for

When she was a
Her parents no love
Only she was sick
Everybody took of her

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

for year
Month for
Day for day
Hour for

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

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