Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
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

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 if I could it'll all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's 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 sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your 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, yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
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, he's only six old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither,
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I really 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 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 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 gotta me man,
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans",
This will be the last package I ever 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 addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You dare me to
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 rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without 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 she'll suffer more, and then 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 busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
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 to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need 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 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 crazy
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!