Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window and I can't see at all
And if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn
You not have got 'em
It probably was a problem at the post or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma her Bonnie

I read about uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with ScamZ

I got a full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad

Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this will be the last package i ever send your ass. its been six month no word i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two letters i wrote the address on them perfect
still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me your concert you didn't have to
But you could signed an autograph for Matthew

my little brother, man,he's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 and ya just said no
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' to
when we met in Denver, you said if I write to you
You would write back, see, I'm just you in a way
I never my father neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growing up
You've call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS, we should be too

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad

Dear Mr. "I'm too to call or write my fans"
be the last package I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect

So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, "I drank a of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"
You that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?

About that guy who could have saved that other guy drowning?
But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could have rescued me from
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy

And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we have been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it

And when you dream, I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the

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, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother, I wrote it on your starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have you
Don't think I did shit intentionally, just to diss you
And what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each

I really think you and girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to this letter
I just it reaches you in time

Before you hurt yourself, I think you'd be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do you as a fan
I just don't you to do some crazy shit

I seen this one shit on the 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 it didn't say who it was to
Come to think it his name was, it was you, damn