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, that 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 even if I could all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
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,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would back,
See I'm just you in a way
I never my father neither,
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I about 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 lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans",
This be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka,
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil 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, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like you
if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I to send this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And here's an for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just 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 Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!