Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

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 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 wrote you but still ain't
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
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 name her
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a kill himself over 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 posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that 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 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, that 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 just think it's fucked up you don't fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you 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 you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such 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 don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
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 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 Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses 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 drank a of vodka
You dare me to
You know the song by 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 he found him?
kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't 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 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 clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

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 really you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for 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 shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' 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 when you get down
And what's this shit about us 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 her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!