Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
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, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
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."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He wants to be just like you man, he 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 would back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never my father neither,
He to always cheat on my mom and beat 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 your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the 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 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 biggest fan you'll lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or 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 last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth 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 that guy from drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then 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 letter or a
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream 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 screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy 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 in the trunk, and she was pregnant with 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!