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 on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

My tea's cold 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 at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a name her
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 hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit 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 hope you get man, hit me back,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
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 never my father neither,
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My jealous 'cause 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 call me man,
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be 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 if I could it'll all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans",
This will be the last I ever send 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 is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka,
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who a saved that other guy from 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 from
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been 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 and you scream about it
I hope your conscience at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like 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 this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
And an autograph for your 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 just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that just 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 us meant to be together?
type of shit will 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 hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
If you a little, I'm glad 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 crazy shit
I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!