Luyện nghe bài hát 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 it'll all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 picture on my wall
It me, that 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 phone at the
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, 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 read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably this 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 Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering 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 don't like lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm like you in a way
I knew my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away 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 across the
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's adrenaline, the pain 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 know what it was like for people 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 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 your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",
This will be the package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses 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 doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a 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 that other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
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 was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your 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 about it
And when you I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied 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 at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
And an autograph 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 shit intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you said 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 think you need counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'll 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 this one shit on the news a couple 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 found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!