Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My gone 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 picture on my
It reminds me, 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 clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's 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 back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground that 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, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

My tea's 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, 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 fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
when 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 knew my neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan 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 rain up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I 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 is my cassette 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 fifth of
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that guy who could 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 rescued me from
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep 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 slit her throat, I just 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 this shit

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 picture on my wall
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 girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
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 just to diss you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each
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 hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'll be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car 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!