Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
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 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 could 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 my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
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 your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
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 your 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,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six 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 like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would back
See I'm just you in a way
I never my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to 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 shit helps when I'm
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
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 like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the 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 rain up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will 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 two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a 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 of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream 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, that's my girlfriend 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 she'll 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 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

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And here's an autograph for 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 like to cut your wrists
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need 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 of shit will 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 this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' 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 crazy
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with 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!