Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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 all be gray,
Put your on my wall
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 clouds up my
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 you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 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 himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
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 you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

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 don't answer
If you didn't wanna 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 waited in the blistering for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' 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 always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name 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 you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together too

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 could 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 Or Write 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 last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka,
You dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you 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 or a call
I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats 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 suffocates she'll more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls 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 each
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
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 want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
Some dude was drunk and 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 they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!