Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout 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 too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably 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 and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

My tea's cold 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 reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering 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 when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write
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 day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
I even 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 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 know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will be the package 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 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 know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About 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 from
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I 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 and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she she'll suffer 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 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 if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
I wrote it on the 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 this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
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 of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire 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 some crazy
I seen this one shit on the a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some was drunk and drove 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 they say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!