Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 picture on my wall
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 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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout 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 friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a room full of posters and your pictures 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, your fan
This is

My tea's gone 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 your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

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 answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my 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 like his fuckin'
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write
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 shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such 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 you like I know 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 you'll ever
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever 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 on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear 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 know the 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, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand 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, about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep 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 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 then 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 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, that 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 along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And here's an for your 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 just to diss you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help your ass from 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 girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you 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 mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I don't 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 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 they say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!