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 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 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 could 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 still ain't
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get 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 morning rain 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 Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna 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 only six old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I never knew my neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away 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 name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I 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
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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 could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
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 send ass
been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses 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 drank a fifth of
You me to drive?
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 show he 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 wanted was a lousy letter or a
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
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 sleep and you scream about it
I your 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 slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
'Cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

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

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And an autograph 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 intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other
I think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
you hurt 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 don't want you to do crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!