Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 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 cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain clouds 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 Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout 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 Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who 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 your posters and your man
I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

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 your on my wall
It reminds me, it's 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 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."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he you more 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 you're saying in your
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I about you 24/7
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll 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 rain up my window
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 Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last 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 now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him?
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 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 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 screamin' in the
But I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates 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 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 reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your pregnant now, how far along 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 I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you said you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just 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 walls you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
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 that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that 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 over a
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!