Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
From her neighbors to her
Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a
It was amazing the way she could the violin
It made it for people to believe that she only ten
But behind brilliant 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 her to keep it hush
It was his secret way of loving that he needed he could trust
Fucked her head up, if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us
So she'd hide the to die
But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her
Walking around in the only real
No one would ever think have such a story to tell
to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of crying
She was too young to even why

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

She that violin sing with so much pain
You could almost hear her scream through the strange
What was sweet and innocent
Is now riding the psychotic father
Chose to probe the of the pure and sacred
Her instrument was her only
To express the infinite abuse in depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and
And tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep
When the was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the same she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and write 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 the will to move on
of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to
but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her
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 pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the with a plan
Only time the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the for help
It was before they found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it the water
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed from
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken