Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I sent two letters in autumn
You must not got 'em
It probably was a problem at the post office or

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

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

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

My gone cold, I'm wondering 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 reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this 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 them perfect
still ain't called or wrote, I you have the chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me your concert you didn't have to
But you could signed an autograph for Matthew

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

I ain't that mad, but I don't like bein' lied to
when we met in Denver, you said if I write to you
You would write back, see, I'm just you in a way
I never knew my neither
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you

But she know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growing up
You've call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS, we be together too

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 even if I could all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or my fans"
This'll be the last package I 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 wrote the addresses on 'em

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

About that guy who have saved that other guy from drowning?
But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found
kinda how this is, you could have rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy

And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all o' pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we could been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it

And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream it
I hope your conscious eats at you and you breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm to talk
Hey Slim, that's my screaming 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 more and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?

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

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

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

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

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

Before you hurt yourself, I think you'd be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but
Why are you so mad? Try to that I do want you as a fan
I just don't you to do some crazy shit

I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they found a but it didn't say who it was to
Come to about it his name was, it was you, damn