Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

My tea's cold 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 it'll all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
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 two letters 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, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
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 hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your 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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold 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 you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied 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 my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was 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 should be too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans",
This will be the last package I send your ass
It's been six 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 drank a of vodka,
You me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a that other 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 downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And you dream I hope 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 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 this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut 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 help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be 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 don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
Some dude was drunk and 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 they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!