Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 clouds 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, I wrote you but still ain't
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 probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your 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, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

My tea's gone 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 reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still 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 talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd you you would write back
See I'm like you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden 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 you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta me man
I'll be the biggest fan 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 all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you know I 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 and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I slit her throat, I just tied 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 to send this shit out?

My tea's gone 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 all be gray
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And here's an autograph for your
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I 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, come on, how 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 shit about us meant to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you just need to 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 just fine
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire 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 this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with 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!