Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 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 gone cold I'm 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 Slim, I you but still ain't 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 problem at the post office or
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's 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 who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

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

Dear Slim, you still 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 brother man, he's six years old
We waited in the cold 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 likes you more I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you write back
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 away 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 name across the
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush 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 know 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
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 morning rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that 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
It's 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 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 that guy who a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
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 you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' 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 suffer more, and 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 tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain 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, 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 pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And here's an autograph for your
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 that shit intentionally 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 issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
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 shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
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!