Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My gone 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 reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

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

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
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 addresses 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 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 kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

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 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 talk to me outside concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like 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 like lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said 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 cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in 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 when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't 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 be together 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 it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write 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 two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
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 saved that other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
That's how this 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 lousy or a call
I hope you 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 about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I 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 at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
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 Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think 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 you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago 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
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!