Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special young
her neighbors to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, others her a genius
It was the way she could play the violin
It made it hard for to believe that she only ten
But behind every brilliant mind there lies a
This one just so to be her father
See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by 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 in the only real hell
No one ever think she'd have such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, 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 help me I don't wanna live to see
Each day she'd scrounge for a shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would stay
But every single solitary day, the bottle to sink
I don't know why but the bottle always
She never it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks

She that violin sing with so much pain
You could almost hear her through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now riding with the father
Chose to the flowers of the pure and sacred
Her was her only tongue
To the infinite abuse in it's depths
At the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weep
And with tears down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd to the same place she always did
Rip a page her diary, and write 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 the will to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to from what's wrong
Exhausted, but strong
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't herself to make
nothing but sad
Sick of that feeling that stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her
Sick of being little secret
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her into pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the river a plan
Only this time the diary and was in her hand
Just with herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river lied all the cries for help
It was before they found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it from the
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, from desperation
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in bottles