Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 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 Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a name her
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a full of your 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,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

My tea's gone 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 all be gray
Put your 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 fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours 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 don't like bein' to
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write 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 relate to 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 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 I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you call me man
I'll be the fan you'll 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 clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or 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 wrote the 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 doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you a rescued 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 and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

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 could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
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 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 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 up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
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 ago that made me sick
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant 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!