Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone 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 all be gray
Put picture 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 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, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess 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 you did with Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I like the you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this 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 rain clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, 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 just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't 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 neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're 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 name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I 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
I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

My gone 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 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 months and still no word, I deserve it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
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 from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You it now, I hope 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 conscience eats at you and you can't 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 like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to 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 if I could 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 you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's 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
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you 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 think that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
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 seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!