Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
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

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 reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, what 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 over some who didn't want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room of your posters and your pictures 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, your fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd you you would write back,
See I'm like 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 I have 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 of your name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like 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 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 me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans",
will be the last package I ever 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 on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You dare me to
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, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about 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 slit her throat, I just her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll more, and then 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 write you sooner but I been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed 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 just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll 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 you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
dude 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!