Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My gone 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 your picture on my
It me, that 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 rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put your 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 letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy 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 have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and pictures man
I like the shit you did with 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 rain clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's 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 that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm like you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So I have a shitty 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 myself to see how 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 girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk 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 us growin' up, you gotta 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 it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you 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 this shit

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

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And here's an 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 intentionally just to you
But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that be doin' just 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 just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
Some dude was drunk and drove his car 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 think about, his was, it was you
Damn!