Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, others her a genius
It was amazing the way she play the violin
It made it hard for people to that she only ten
But behind every brilliant there lies a monster
This one so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by 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, saying if Momma was alive be so proud of us
So she'd hide the to die
But if you paid close attention you could see the 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 she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle saying
'Please, God help me I don't wanna to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the seems to sink
I know why but the bottle always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really

She made that violin sing so much pain
You could almost her scream through the strange vibrations
What was sweet and innocent
Is now riding with the father
Chose to the flowers of the pure and sacred
Her was her only tongue
To express the infinite abuse in it's
At night the footsteps 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 to the same place she always did
Rip a page her diary, and write with all her might
Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to

Being a victim of her hands for so long
She lost the will to on
Sick of picking up her to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but strong
She tried to play the side, but couldn't bring herself to make
but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling that 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 of day and smashed her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the river a plan
Only this time the diary and bottle was in her
walk with herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the bottom lied all the cries for help
It was weeks before found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it the water
like something a detective novel
suicide, stemmed from desperation
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in bottles