Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

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 on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
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'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too 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 her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of your posters and your 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, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have 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 have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you 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 like you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 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 like for people like us growin' up, you gotta me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",
This will be the package I ever 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 this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka,
You dare me to
You know the song by 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 he found him?
That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream 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, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I to send this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to 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 daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this 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 some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
dude was drunk 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!