Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

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, 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 probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't 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 the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

My tea's 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 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 it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just 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 cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're 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
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 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 like us growin' 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 cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain clouds 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 "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and 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 hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
You dare me to
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 him?
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 letter or a call
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm 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 ain't 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 this out?

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

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
And here's an 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 just to 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 issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
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' just
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!