Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 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 rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man 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 your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

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 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 you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than 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 back
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my neither
He used to 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 drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See you say is real, and I respect 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 don't know 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 be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
will 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 the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that guy from drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's how this is, you could a rescued me from 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 you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates 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 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 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 Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And an autograph 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 what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just 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 be doin' just 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 you to do some crazy shit
I seen 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!