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 even if I it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle 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 underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your 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, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

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, that 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 it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I never knew my father
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift 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 across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you call me man
I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last I ever send your ass
It's been six 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 cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You dare me to
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a 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 been together, think 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 about it
I hope your eats at you and you can't breathe 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 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 supposed to send shit out?

My tea's gone 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 could all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
Or maybe you just need to treat her
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
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
Some 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
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!