Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

My gone cold 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 picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's 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 name her
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

My tea's cold 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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just 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 never knew my father
He used to always 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 shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the 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 like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for people us growin' up, you gotta 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 morning rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
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 drank a fifth of
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And when you I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your eats at you and you can't breathe without 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 ain't 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 send this out?

My tea's gone I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
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 Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
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 that shit intentionally just to you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
Or maybe you just need to treat her
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
you hurt 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 mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen this one shit on the a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and 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 didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!