Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
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 happened to be her
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 could
Fucked her head up, if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us
So hide the desire to die
But if you paid close attention you could see the in her eyes
around in the only real hell
No one would ever think she'd have a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of
She was too young to know why

And everyday go to the river with a message in a bottle saying
'Please, God help me I wanna live to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of
Just to wish the would stay afloat
But every solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
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 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
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and
Her instrument was her tongue
To express the infinite 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
When the was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the same place she did
Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her
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 will to on
Sick of picking up her to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring to make
nothing but sad
Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her
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 with a plan
Only time the diary and bottle was in her hand
walk with herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom all the cries for help
It was weeks before they her dead body
fisherman reeled it from the water
like from a detective novel
suicide, stemmed from desperation
Was near where she drowned they about 500 messages in sunken bottles