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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but 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 at the post office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's 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 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 this everyday, but I'm your fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of posters 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,
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 don't answer
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes 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 write you you would back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
I even cut myself 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 you tell it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan ever 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 if I could it'll all be gray,
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or 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 on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You me to drive?
You know the 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 this is, you could a rescued me 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 hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about 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, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates she'll 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 send shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And here's an autograph for 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 said you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to each other
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 hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'll be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire 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 that 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 they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!