Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain 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, I wrote you but still callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a room full of posters and your pictures 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 rain clouds up my window
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 fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're 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 like bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I never my father neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of 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 respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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 me, that 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 you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
You me to drive?
You the song 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 he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, 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 about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out?

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, that 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 really you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet other
I really you and your girlfriend 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 yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
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 news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!