Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
I scribble addresses 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 what I'm a her?
I'm a name her
I about 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 you did with Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

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 it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
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 fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little 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 his fuckin' 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 said if I'd 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 songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so 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 such a 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 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
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 picture on my wall
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 months and still no word, I 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 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"
that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, 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 thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda 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 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 slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then 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 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 picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must 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 just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help 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 will make me not want us to meet other
I really think you and 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 be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire 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 some crazy
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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!