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 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 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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still 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
There probably was a problem at the post office or
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm 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, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you 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 just don't like bein' to
Remember when we met in Denver, you if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm like you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I cut myself 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 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 don't know what it was like for people like us up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I 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 hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who a saved 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 me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been 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 sleep and you about it
I your conscience 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 tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I to send this shit out?

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't think I did 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 your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just 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 mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!