Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 morning 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 Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your 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 your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a room full of posters and your pictures man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
This is

My gone cold 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 it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside 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 waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
But she know 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 should be too

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, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I deserve 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 hope you 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 know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me 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 you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And when you dream I hope you 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 screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't 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 send this 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 picture 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 your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's shit about 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 just need to her better
I hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
you hurt yourself, I think 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 want you to do crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!