Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
her neighbors to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, others her a genius
It was amazing the way she could the violin
It made it hard for to believe that she only ten
But behind every brilliant there lies a monster
This one just so 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 secret way of that he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us
So hide the desire to die
But if you paid close attention you see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only hell
No one would ever think she'd have such a story to
to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of crying
She was too young to 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
day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would stay
But every single solitary day, the seems to sink
I don't know why but the bottle always
She never sees it happen, but the bottle always
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really

She made that violin with so much pain
You could almost her scream through the strange vibrations
What was once and innocent
Is now riding with the psychotic
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and
Her was her only tongue
To express the infinite in it's depths
At night the crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weep
And with tears down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the same place she did
Rip a page her diary, and write with all her might
Then send it off into the current, determined to a way to live

Being a victim of her daddy's for so long
She lost the to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to from what's wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to play the bright side, but bring herself to make
but sad songs
Sick of sick feeling that 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 of day and smashed her violin into pieces
proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan
Only time 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 before they found her dead
Some reeled it from the water
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, from desperation
Was near where she drowned they found 500 messages in sunken bottles