Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It me that it's not so bad, it's 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 can't see at all
And if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but you still ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn
You must not got 'em
It probably was a problem at the office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma her? I'ma name her Bonnie

I about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with ScamZ

I got a room full of your posters and pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is

My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this will be the package i ever send your ass. its been six month still no word i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two letters i wrote the address on them perfect
still ain't called or wrote, I hope you the chance
I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me your concert you didn't have to
But you have signed an autograph for Matthew

That's my little brother, man,he's 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just no
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I write to you
You would write back, see, I'm just you in a way
I never knew my neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her

I can relate to you're sayin' in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else, so shit helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo with your name across the chest

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 respect you 'cause you it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk 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 like us up
You've gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
yours, Stan. PS, we should be together too

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. "I'm too to call or write my fans"
This'll be the package I ever send your ass
been six months 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 right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, "I drank a of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"
You know that song by Phil Collins "The Air In The Night"?

that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?
But Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
kinda how this is, you could have rescued me from 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 hope you know I ripped all o' your off the wall
I love you Slim, we could have together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it

And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch, I'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my screaming in the trunk

But I didn't her throat, I just tied 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 supposed to send this out?

My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall
It me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've been busy
You said your 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 wrote it on your starter cap

I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally, just to diss you
And this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues, Stan, I you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the when you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll me not want us to meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to this letter
I hope it reaches you in time

you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fine
If you'd a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit

I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and 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 it say who it was to
Come to think about it his name was, it was you,