Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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 it'll all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, it's 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 ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's 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 name her
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty 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 don't like lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you write back,
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what saying 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 your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's 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 talk about you
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans",
This will be the last package I ever your ass
It's been six and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So is my cassette 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 of vodka,
You me to drive?
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, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how 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 wanted was a lousy or a call
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 eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't her throat, I just 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 almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each 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 think that you'll be doin' fine
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made 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 they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!