Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

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 it'll all be
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
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 up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her?
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 you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
This is

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, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
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 just you man, he likes 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 would write
See I'm just you in a way
I never my father neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect 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 don't know what it was like for people like us 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 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 picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever your ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you 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 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, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope your 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 just tied her up, see I 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 supposed to send 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 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 Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
And here's an autograph for brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
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 about us to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' fine
If you relax a little, I'm 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 weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and 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
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!