Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill over some bitch 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 with
I got a room full of 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,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

My gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I 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 an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're 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 bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
Sometimes I even cut to see how much 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 jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you 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 I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send ass
been six months and still no word, I don't deserve 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 right now, I'm doing 90 on the
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 could a that 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 from
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 of pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like you
'Cause if she 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 to send this shit out?

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

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
Before you yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!