Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

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 if I could it'll all be gray,
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 letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

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 have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do
I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd you you would write back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people 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 I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain 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, it's 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 and still 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 I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka,
You me to drive?
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 he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
Before you yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire 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 some shit
I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!