Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's gone 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

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 your picture on my
It reminds me, it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit 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 hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty man, you're 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 like 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 cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for people us growin' up, you gotta call me man,
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together 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 picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans",
will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
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 dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then 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 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 together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe 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 ain't 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 to send this shit out?

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