Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her neighbors to her
Some labeled her a prodigy, called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could the violin
It made it for people to believe that she only ten
But behind every mind there lies a monster
This one just so happened to be her
See daddy was sick, get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to keep it
It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he trust
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 paid close you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only real
No one ever think she'd have such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, to talk, afraid of crying
She was too young to know why

And everyday go to the river with a message in a bottle saying
'Please, God help me I wanna live to see tomorrow'
Each day scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle to sink
I don't why but the bottle always sinks
She sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she thinks

She made that violin sing so much pain
You almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now riding with the psychotic
Chose to the flowers of the pure and sacred
Her instrument was her only
To express the infinite abuse in it's
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 her diary, and write with all her might
Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to

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