Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
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 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 ain't
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I two letters back 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, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I like the you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
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 relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I got a tattoo of your name across 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 you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be 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 your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
This be the last package 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 the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience 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 slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit 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 it'll all be gray
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 really you would 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 must of you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But this 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 issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
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 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 think about, his was, it was you
Damn!