Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

My gone 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 could all be gray
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a name her
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
This is

My gone 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, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's 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 wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write
See I'm like you in a way
I never my father neither
He to always 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 really got shit else so that shit when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last I ever send your ass
been six months and still 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 right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you 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 you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you 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 can't without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
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 at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

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 could it'll all be
Put picture 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 your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your 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
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I think you and your girlfriend need each other
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 think that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm 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 this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!