Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her to her teachers
Some her a prodigy, others called her a genius
It was the way she could 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 it hush
It was his secret way of loving that he needed he could 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 paid close attention you see the sorrow in her eyes
around in the only real 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 to even know why

And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a saying
'Please, God me I don't wanna live to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny of hope
to wish the bottle would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle to sink
I don't know why but the bottle sinks
She never it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the knows what she really thinks

She made that violin sing so much pain
You could hear her scream through the strange vibrations
was once sweet and innocent
Is now riding with the psychotic
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and
Her instrument was her only
To the infinite abuse in it's 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
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 write 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 the will to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to hide from wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make
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 daddy's little secret
She got up at the of day and smashed her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the river a plan
Only time the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom all the cries for help
It was weeks before they her dead body
Some reeled it from the water
like something a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in bottles