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

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
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 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 it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
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 you you would write back
See I'm like you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying 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 that helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us up, you gotta call me man
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together 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 it'll all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good 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 this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You dare me to
You know the song by 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, then at a a show he found
That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
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, about 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 conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?

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 on my wall
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 girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
And an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire 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 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 didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!