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 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

My gone 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 me, that 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 two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant 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 your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I like the you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, 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 even if I it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
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 have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' 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 never knew my father
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so shit helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how 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 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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 could all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This be the last 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 addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You dare me to
You know the 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, then at a a show he him?
kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we 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 your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates she'll suffer 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 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 write you sooner but I 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 see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read 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 inspire you but
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
I this one shit on the news a couple 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 they say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!