Luyện nghe bài hát 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 it'll all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

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

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a kill himself over 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 you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like lied to
when 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 my father 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 else 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 like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't know you like I 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 biggest fan ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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 if I could it'll all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans",
will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the 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 a fifth of vodka,
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a 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 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 together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or you just need to treat her better
I you get to read this letter, I just hope 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 you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen one shit 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!