Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could the violin
It made it hard for to believe that she only ten
But every brilliant mind there lies a monster
This one so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick, get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to it hush
It was his secret way of that he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, saying if Momma was she'd be so proud of us
So she'd hide the to die
But if you close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking in the only real hell
No one would ever she'd have such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, of crying
She was too to even know why

And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle
'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see
Each day scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
to wish the bottle would stay afloat
But every solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
I don't know why but the always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river knows she really thinks

She made that violin with so much pain
You could almost hear her scream through the vibrations
What was sweet and innocent
Is now with the psychotic father
Chose to probe the flowers of the and sacred
Her instrument was her only
To the infinite abuse in it's depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to and weep
And with tears rolling her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep
When the nightmare was over, and the sun its light
She'd retreat to the same she always did
Rip a page her diary, and write with all her might
Then send it off the current, determined to find a way to live

Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so
She lost the to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to hide from wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to play the side, but couldn't bring herself to make
but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling stays in her stomach
Sick of for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles
Sick of being daddy's little
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into
Then proceeded to towards the river with a plan
Only this the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away from the
Not at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was weeks they found her dead body
Some reeled it from the water
something from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was near where she they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles