Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, 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 see at all
And even if I it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, that 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 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, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
This is

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 could all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do
I that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my father
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My jealous '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 fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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 your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
will be the last package I ever send 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 cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you know I ripped all of 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 hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope your conscience at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just 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?

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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
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 I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your 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 when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
Before you hurt yourself, I think 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, I do want you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
dude was drunk and drove 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 didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!