Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
her neighbors to her teachers
Some her a prodigy, others called her a genius
It was amazing the way she play the violin
It made it for people to believe 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, if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us
So she'd hide the to die
But if you paid attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking in the only real hell
No one would ever think she'd have such a to tell
Afraid to go home, 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 bottle
'Please, God help me I don't wanna to see tomorrow'
Each day she'd for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would stay
But every single solitary day, the seems to sink
I don't know why but the always sinks
She never it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river what she really thinks

She made that violin sing so much pain
You almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations
What was sweet and innocent
Is now riding the psychotic father
Chose to the flowers of the pure and sacred
Her instrument was her only
To express the infinite abuse in depths
At night the footsteps to her door and she'd begin to shake and weep
And with tears rolling down her she's pretend she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the place she always did
Rip a page from her diary, and write all her might
send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live

Being a victim of her daddy's for so long
She lost the to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to from what's wrong
Exhausted, but strong
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 for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles
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 with a plan
this time the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk herself, away from the hell
Not at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was weeks before they found her dead
Some fisherman reeled it the water
like something from a detective
Diagnosis: suicide, from desperation
Was near she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles