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

My tea's gone 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 picture 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 phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, 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 who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a full of your posters 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,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just 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 if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my father
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
like 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 '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 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 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 could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This be the last package I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him?
kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we 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 sleep and you scream about it
I hope conscience 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 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 this out?

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

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call 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
think I did that shit 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, come on, how up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I really you and your 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, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant 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!