Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's 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 all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad

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 all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn
You must not got 'em
It 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 out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma her? I'ma name her Bonnie

I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm
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 you did with ScamZ

I got a room of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, 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 rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this will be the last i ever send your ass. its been six month still 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 you have the chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you didn't want to talk to me your concert you didn't have to
But you could signed an autograph for Matthew

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

I ain't that mad, but I just don't like lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I write to you
You would write back, see, I'm like you in a way
I never knew my father
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her

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

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

But she don't you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was 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 be together too

My gone cold, I'm wondering 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 your on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. "I'm too good to or write my fans"
This'll be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't 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 you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, "I a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"
You know that by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?

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

And all I was a lousy 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 sleep and you dream about it

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

But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates, she'll 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 shit

My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The rain clouds 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 Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on your cap

I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must have missed you
think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?

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

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

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

I seen this one shit on the a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they found a tape but it say who it was to
Come to think it his name was, it was you, damn