Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her neighbors to her
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 believe she only ten
But behind every brilliant mind lies a monster
one just so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick, get a rush by playing touchy touch
And telling her to it hush
It was his way of loving that he needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, saying if Momma was she'd be so proud of us
So she'd hide the to die
But if you close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only real
No one would think she'd have such a story to tell
to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of crying
She was too to even know why

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

She made that violin sing so much pain
You could almost hear her scream the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now with 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 begin to shake and weep
And with tears down her cheeks 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 into the current, determined to find a way to

Being a victim of her daddy's for so long
She lost the will to on
Sick of picking up her to hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but strong
She tried to play the side, but couldn't bring herself to make
nothing but sad
Sick of that sick feeling that 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 her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the river a plan
Only time the diary and bottle was in her hand
walk with herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river lied all the cries for help
It was weeks before found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it the water
like something a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed from
Was near where she they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles