Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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 me, that it's 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 even if I it'll all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
I scribble 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 a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit 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 you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, 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 like his idol
He to be just 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 your
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so shit helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I about you 24/7
But she don't you like 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 cold 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 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 package I ever send 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 is my cassette 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 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, Phil saw it all, then 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 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 dream it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she 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 to send this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
And an autograph for your 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 intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the 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 other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
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 just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant 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!