Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
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 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 Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must 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 how's your
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and 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 could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
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 think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I that mad though, I just don't like bein' 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 always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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 picture 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
It's been six and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
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 me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream 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, up bitch! I'm tryin' 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 more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I to send this shit out?

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 picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to 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 some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I really think you and girlfriend need 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 that you'll be doin' fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!