Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, 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 didn't him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't 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 knew my neither,
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain clouds 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, it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans",
This will be the package I ever send your 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 on 'em perfect
So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
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 drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream 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 didn't slit her throat, I just 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 at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the 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 said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
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 that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm glad I 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 weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!