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 even if I it'll all be gray,
Put your on my wall
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 rain clouds up my
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 still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I about your Uncle 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 posters and pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I you get this 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 it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He wants to be 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 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 what you're saying in songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut 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 cause you it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
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,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together 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 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 Call Or My Fans",
This will be the last I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm 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 guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream 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, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll 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 shit

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I 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 your wrists
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need to treat 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 relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car 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
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!