Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 even if I could it'll all be
Put your on my wall
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 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 reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a 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 bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

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 your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' 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 knew my father neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so 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 is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together 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 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 Call Or My Fans"
This 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 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 that 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 a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
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, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates 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 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 reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy
You said your girlfriend's 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 intentionally just to diss you
But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
Why are you so Try to understand, that 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
dude 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 didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!