Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray,
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad,
not so bad

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never my father neither,
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans",
This will be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!