Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My gone 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 could all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that 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 could all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that 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 back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My pregnant 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 about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four 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
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 knew my neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for people 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 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 it'll all be
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 will be the last package I send your ass
It's been six and still no word, I don't deserve 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 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
You me to drive?
You know the 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, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning
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 of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I hope you 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 breathe me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she 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?

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

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
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 just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend 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 that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I 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 one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!