Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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 reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

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 even if I 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 ain't
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 or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when 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 her?
I'm a name her
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your 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
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you 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 knew 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 drift and put 'em on
I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a 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 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
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be 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 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 package I ever send your ass
It's been six and still no word, I don't 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 drank a of vodka,
You me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you 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 she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this 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 would call your daughter
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 intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit 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 hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, 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 ago that made me sick
dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!