Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Dreams

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

And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a saying
'Please, God help me I wanna live 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 bottle sinks
She sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the knows what she really thinks

She made that violin sing so much pain
You almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations
What was once sweet and
Is now riding with the father
Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and
Her instrument was her only
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 she's she was asleep
the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light
She'd retreat to the same she always did
Rip a from her diary, and write with all her might
Then send it off into the current, determined to a way to live

Being a of her daddy's hands for so long
She the will to move on
Sick of up her violin to hide 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 feeling that stays in her stomach
of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles
Sick of being daddy's little
She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin pieces
Then to walk towards the river with a plan
this time the diary and bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, from the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for
It was weeks before they found her body
Some fisherman reeled it the water
like from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed desperation
Was where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles