Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 even if I it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

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 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, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 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 kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

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 your on my wall
It reminds me, that 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 it's fucked up you don't answer
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda 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 just like you man, he likes you than 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 would write
See I'm like you in a way
I never my father neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut 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 jealous 'cause 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 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 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, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever your ass
been six months and still 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 sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from
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 drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about 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, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I 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 this shit out?

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 if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it 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 want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!