Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her neighbors to her
labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius
It was amazing the way she could play the
It made it hard for to believe that she only ten
But behind every mind there 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 keep it
It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he trust
Fucked her head up, if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us
So she'd the desire to die
But if you close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
around in the only real hell
No one ever think she'd have such a story to tell
to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of crying
She was too young to know why

And everyday she'd go to the river a message in a bottle saying
'Please, God me I don't wanna live to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny of hope
Just to wish the bottle would afloat
But single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
I don't know why but the always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the 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 scream through the vibrations
was once sweet and innocent
Is now riding the psychotic father
to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred
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 cheeks she's pretend she was
When the nightmare was over, and the sun its light
She'd retreat to the same she always 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 of her daddy's hands for so long
She lost the to move on
Sick of up her violin to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but strong
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to
but sad songs
Sick of that sick that stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by who found one of her bottles
Sick of being little secret
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin pieces
Then to walk towards the river with a plan
Only this time the diary and was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away from the
Not at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was weeks they found her dead body
Some reeled it from the water
like from a detective novel
suicide, stemmed from desperation
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 in sunken bottles