Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special young
her neighbors to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a
It was amazing the way she play the violin
It made it hard for people to that she only ten
But behind every brilliant mind there lies a
This one just so to be her father
See was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to keep it
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 sorrow in her
Walking around in the real hell
No one would ever think have such a story to tell
to go home, afraid 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'
Each day she'd for a tiny shred of hope
Just to the bottle would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to
I know why but the bottle always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the bottle sinks
Now only the of the river knows what she really thinks

She made that violin sing so much pain
You could hear her scream through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now riding the psychotic father
to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred
Her was her only tongue
To express the infinite abuse in it's
At night the crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weep
And with tears rolling down her she's pretend she was asleep
When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its
retreat to the same place she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and 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 will to 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 to make
but sad songs
Sick of sick feeling that stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who one of her bottles
Sick of daddy's little secret
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her into pieces
proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan
Only this the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away from the
Not knowing at the river bottom all the cries for help
It was weeks they found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it the water
something from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was near where she drowned found about 500 messages in sunken bottles