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

My tea's 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 it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess 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 hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a full of your posters and your pictures 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
This is

My tea's gone 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 your on my wall
It me, that 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 it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like lied to
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write 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 really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such 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 you 24/7
But she don't know you like I 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 you'll lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send ass
It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You dare me to
You know the 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 could a me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
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 hope you can't and you scream about it
I your conscience eats 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 her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like 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 out?

My tea's 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 on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I 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 said about you to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
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 that be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
I seen 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 pregnant 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!