Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My gone cold 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, 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 if I could it'll 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 my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
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 little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you write back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift 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 name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for like us growin' up, you gotta 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 morning rain up my window
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 Good To Call Or My Fans",
This will be the package I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
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 that other guy 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 from
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 know I ripped all of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think 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 conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm 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
if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an 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 shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
Before you yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire 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 crazy shit
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 about, his name was, it was you
Damn!