Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My gone 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 could all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

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 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 wrote you but still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy 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, what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably 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 shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm 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, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm like 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 in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people us growin' 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 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 your picture on my
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 send your ass
It's been six and still 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 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found 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 you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda 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 scream 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 screamin' in the
But I didn't slit her throat, I just her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates 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 on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said 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 your
I it on the Starter 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 this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!