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 it'll all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

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 it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two back 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, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

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

Dear Slim, you still ain't 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 wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my brother man, he's 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 like his idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would back
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my father
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
like 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 don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever 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 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, it's 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 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 a fifth of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, 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 conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the 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 clouds 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 Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to this letter, I just 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 don't want you to do some crazy
I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some was drunk 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 they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!