Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special girl
From her to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, others her a genius
It was amazing the way she play the violin
It made it hard for people to believe that she ten
But behind every mind there lies a monster
This one just so happened to be her
See daddy was sick, he'd get a by playing touchy touch
And telling her to keep it
It was his secret way of loving that he someone he could trust
Fucked her head up, saying if Momma was alive she'd be so of us
So she'd the desire to die
But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her
Walking around in the only hell
No one would ever think she'd have such a to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of
She was too young to know why

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

She made that violin sing with so pain
You almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations
was once sweet and innocent
Is now with the psychotic father
Chose to probe the flowers of the and sacred
Her was her only tongue
To express the infinite in it's depths
At night the footsteps 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 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 victim of her daddy's for so long
She lost the will to on
Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's
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 one of her bottles
Sick of daddy's little secret
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into
Then proceeded to walk towards the with a plan
Only this time the diary and was in her hand
Just walk with herself, from the hell
Not knowing at the river lied all the cries for help
It was weeks before they found her body
Some fisherman it from the water
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was near where she drowned they about 500 messages in sunken bottles