Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 even if I it'll 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 could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
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 at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a name her
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did 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,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

My tea's gone I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
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 brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you write back
See I'm like 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 day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such 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 about you
But she don't know you 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 biggest fan you'll 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 clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 package I ever send your 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 addresses on 'em
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 a fifth 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 saw it all, then 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 downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates 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 shit out?

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning 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 Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I 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 for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's shit you said about 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 your 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 each
I really think you and your girlfriend 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 that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with 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!