Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 picture on my
It me, that 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 rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray,
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your 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 her Bonnie
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, 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 idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I that 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 like you in a way
I knew my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're saying in your
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
I even cut myself 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 you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us up, you gotta call me man,
I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together 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 it'll all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To 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 two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my 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,
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
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 lousy or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And when you I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' 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 send shit out?

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss 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 think you need counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to her better
I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' fine
If you 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 want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!