Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

Everyone she was a special young girl
From her to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy, called her a genius
It was amazing the way she play the violin
It it hard for people to believe that she only ten
But behind every brilliant mind there lies a
one just 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 secret way of that he needed someone 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 you could see the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only hell
No one would ever she'd have such a story to tell
to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of crying
She was too young to even why

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

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

Being a victim of her hands for so long
She lost the to move on
Sick of picking up her violin to hide what's wrong
Exhausted, but staying
She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring to make
but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her
Sick of being daddy's secret
She got up at the of day and smashed her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to towards the river with a plan
Only time the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for
It was weeks before they her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it from the
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was near where she drowned they found about 500 in sunken bottles