Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
her neighbors to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a
It was the way she could play the violin
It it hard for people to believe that she only ten
But every brilliant mind there lies a monster
one just so happened to be her father
See was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to it hush
It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he could
Fucked her head up, saying if was alive 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 think have such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, of crying
She was too young to know why

And everyday she'd go to the with a message in a bottle saying
'Please, God help me I don't wanna to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle stay afloat
But every single day, the bottle seems to sink
I know why but the bottle 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 sing with so much pain
You could almost hear her through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
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 shake and
And with tears rolling her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the same she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and with all her might
Then send it off into the current, to find a way to live

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