Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her to her teachers
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 every brilliant mind there lies a monster
one just so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick, get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to keep it
It was his secret way of loving he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, saying if Momma was alive she'd be so of us
So she'd hide the to die
But if you paid attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking in the only real hell
No one would ever think she'd such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, of crying
She was too to even know why

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

She that violin sing with so much pain
You could almost hear her through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now riding the psychotic father
Chose to the flowers of the pure and sacred
Her was her only tongue
To express the infinite in it's depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and begin to shake and weep
And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was
When the was over, and the sun dawned its light
retreat to the same place she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and write all her might
send it off into 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
Sick of up her violin to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't herself to make
but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who one of her bottles
Sick of being daddy's little
She got up at the crack of day and her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to towards the river with a plan
Only this time the and bottle was in her hand
Just walk herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the bottom lied all the cries for help
It was before they found her dead body
fisherman reeled it from the water
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was near where she drowned they found 500 messages in sunken bottles