Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 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 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 still ain't
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 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, what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't talk 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 waited in the cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I never my father neither
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your
So when I have a day, I drift 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 your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut 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 respect you cause you 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 like for people like us growin' up, you call me man
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

My gone cold 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 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 be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth 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 other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
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 letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we 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 and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just 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 shit

My gone cold 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 on my wall
It reminds me, that 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 call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or you just need to treat 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 inspire you but
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!