Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
her neighbors to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, called her a genius
It was the way she could play the violin
It made it hard for people to believe 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 by playing touchy touch
And telling her to it hush
It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he could
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 you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the real hell
No one would ever think have such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, to talk, afraid of crying
She was too young to even why

And everyday she'd go to the river with a in a bottle saying
'Please, God me I don't wanna live to see tomorrow'
day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to
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 what she really thinks

She made that violin sing so much pain
You almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations
was once sweet and innocent
Is now riding with the psychotic
Chose to probe the of the pure and sacred
Her was her only tongue
To express the infinite abuse in depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to and weep
And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's she was asleep
When the 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 the current, determined to find a way to live

Being a victim of her hands for so long
She lost the to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to hide from wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to
nothing but sad
of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by who found one of her bottles
Sick of being daddy's little
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin pieces
proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan
Only this time the and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away the hell
Not knowing at the bottom lied all the cries for help
It was before they found her dead body
Some fisherman it from the water
like something from a novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles