Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

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

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call 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 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 the shit you did with Rawkus too, that 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 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 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 or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I mad, I just 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 little brother man, only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you 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 you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I never 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 shitty day, I drift 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
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you 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 like us growin' up, you call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together too

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 your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last I ever send your ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve 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 now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
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 could a 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 from
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' 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 all be gray
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't I did that 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, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some
And what's shit about 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 each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
I hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!