Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone 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 picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

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 it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's 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 sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain 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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He to always 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 shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for like 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 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 could it'll all be
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So is my cassette I'm sending 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 dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from
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 it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of 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 sleep and you scream it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe 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 tied 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 this shit out?

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 if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's shit 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 issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's shit about 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 need each
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to 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 mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
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
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!