Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

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 if I could it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two back 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 pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

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

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' lied to
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He to always 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
I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about 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
I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

My tea's 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 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 Call Or My Fans"
This will be the last I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning
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 from
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 pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?

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

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an for your brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how 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 down
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
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 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 don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!