Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 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 rain up my window
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

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

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 it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
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."
pretty shitty 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 just 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 used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're saying in 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 helps when I'm
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is 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 know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for people us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should 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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my 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 fifth of
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
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 and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I your 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 screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't 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 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 your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And here's an autograph for your
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some 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 make me not want us to meet other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some 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 found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!