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 me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

My tea's gone 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 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 at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, 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 don't like 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 to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I 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 you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for people like us up, you gotta call me man,
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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 if I could it'll all be gray,
Put picture 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 package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect
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 drank a of vodka,
You dare me to
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, at a a show he found him?
That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You it now, I hope you can't sleep 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, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just 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 to send this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just 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 wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I 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 wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of will make 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 just hope it you in time
you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen one shit 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 about, his name was, it was you
Damn!