Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my
It reminds 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 rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn
You not have got 'em
It was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your
My pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie

I read about your Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with ScamZ

I got a room full of your posters and pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is

My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I see at all
And if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad

Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this will be the last package i ever send your ass. its been six month still no word i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two letters i wrote the address on perfect
ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you want to talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to
But you could have signed an for Matthew

That's my little brother, man,he's only 6 old
We in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do

I ain't that mad, but I just don't bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I write to you
You would write back, see, I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her

I can to what you're sayin' 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 with name across the chest

Sometimes I 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 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 people us growing up
You've gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
yours, Stan. PS, we should be together too

My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. "I'm too to call or write my fans"
be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya me to drive?"
You know that by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?

About that guy who could have that other guy from drowning?
But didn't? Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
That's kinda how is, you could have rescued 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 hope you know I ripped all o' your off the wall
I love you Slim, we could been 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 sleep and you scream it
I hope conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk

But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner, but I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I have missed you
think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how up is you?

You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass bouncin' off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other

I really think you and your need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this
I just hope it reaches you in

you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but
Why are you so Try to understand that 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 weeks ago that made me
Some dude was 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 it didn't say who it was to
Come to think it his name was, it was you, damn