Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone 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 picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

My gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, 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 phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
My girlfriend's 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 read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend himself over some bitch 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 the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

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 it'll all be
Put your picture on my
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 fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
pretty shitty man, you're like 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 bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would back
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to 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 away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she don't know you 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 fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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 all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call 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 you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses 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 doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I your 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 tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates 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 this shit out?

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

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 call your that
And here's an autograph for brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that 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 made me
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!