Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special young
From her neighbors to her
labeled her a prodigy, others 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 brilliant mind there lies a monster
This one just so to be her father
See daddy was sick, get a rush by playing touchy touch
And her to keep it hush
It was his way of loving that 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 close attention you see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only real
No one would ever think she'd have such a to tell
Afraid to go home, to talk, afraid of crying
She was too young to know why

And everyday she'd go to the with a message in a bottle saying
'Please, God help me I don't wanna to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd scrounge for a shred of hope
to wish the bottle would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the seems to sink
I don't know why but the bottle 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 with so much
You could 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 instrument was her tongue
To the infinite abuse in it's depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and begin to shake and weep
And with tears rolling down her she's pretend she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the same she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and with all her might
Then send it off into the current, to find a way to live

Being a victim of her daddy's for so long
She the will to move on
Sick of picking up her to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make
but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her
of being daddy's little secret
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the with a plan
Only this the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just with herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the for help
It was before they found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it from the
like something from a novel
Diagnosis: suicide, from desperation
Was near where she drowned found about 500 messages in sunken bottles