Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

My tea's gone 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 could all be gray,
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your 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 your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a room of your posters 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, 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 fucked up you don't fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
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."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He to be just like you man, he likes 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 just you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you 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 be together too

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

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",
This will be the last package I ever 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 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 doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning
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 lousy or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, 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 about it
I your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend 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 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 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 sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or maybe you just 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 be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!