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 could the violin
It made it for people to believe that she only ten
But behind every brilliant mind lies a monster
This one so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy
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 paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her
Walking around in the real hell
No one would ever think she'd have such a to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, of crying
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 don't wanna live to see
Each day she'd scrounge for a shred of hope
Just to wish the would stay afloat
But every solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
I don't know why but the bottle always
She never sees it happen, but the bottle always
Now the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks

She made that violin sing with so much
You could almost hear her scream through the vibrations
What was sweet and innocent
Is now riding the psychotic father
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and
Her was her only tongue
To express the abuse in it's depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door and begin to shake and weep
And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was
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 with all her
Then it off into the current, determined to find a way to live

Being a of her daddy's hands 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 bring herself to
nothing but sad
Sick of that sick that stays in her stomach
of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles
Sick of being daddy's secret
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin pieces
Then to walk towards the river with a plan
Only this time the diary and was in her hand
Just walk herself, away from the hell
Not at the river bottom lied all the cries for help
It was before they found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it from the
like something from a novel
suicide, stemmed from desperation
Was near where she drowned they about 500 messages in sunken bottles