Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My gone cold 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 on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

My tea's cold 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 on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
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 who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

My gone cold 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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, 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 to me outside 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 four and you just said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I that mad though, I just don't like 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 saying in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 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 fan you'll ever lose
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 clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
This will be the last I ever send your ass
been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope 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 know the song by 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, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
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 sleep and you dream it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream it
I hope your 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 slit her throat, I just 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 this shit

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

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I 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 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 from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
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 some crazy
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!