Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
From her to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could play the
It made it for people to believe that she only ten
But behind brilliant mind there lies a monster
one just so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick, he'd get a by playing touchy touch
And telling her to it hush
It was his way of loving that he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, saying if was alive she'd be so proud of us
So hide the desire to die
But if you paid close 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
to go home, afraid to talk, afraid 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 live to see
Each day scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to
I don't know why but the bottle always
She never it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river knows she really thinks

She made that violin sing with so much
You could almost hear her scream the strange vibrations
What was sweet and innocent
Is now riding with the psychotic
Chose to probe the of the pure and sacred
Her instrument was her only
To the infinite abuse in it's depths
At night the crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weep
And with rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the place she always did
Rip a page her diary, and write 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 staying
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to
nothing but sad
Sick of that feeling that stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a 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 walk towards the river a plan
Only time the diary and bottle was in her hand
walk with herself, away from 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 something from a novel
Diagnosis: suicide, from desperation
Was near she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles