Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
her neighbors to her teachers
Some her a prodigy, others called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could play the
It it hard for people to believe that she only ten
But behind every brilliant mind lies a monster
This one just so to be her father
See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy
And telling her to it hush
It was his secret way of loving that he 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 close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only hell
No one would ever think she'd have such a story to
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, of crying
She was too young to even why

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

She made that violin sing so much pain
You could almost hear her scream through the vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now riding with the psychotic
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and
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 with tears rolling down her she's pretend she was asleep
When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its
She'd retreat to the place she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and with 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 lost the will to on
of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but strong
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring to make
nothing but sad
Sick of that sick feeling stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her
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 a plan
Only time the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away the hell
Not at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was weeks before they found her dead
fisherman reeled it from the water
like something a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, from desperation
Was near where she they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles