Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain 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

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 it'll all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
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 in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
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 about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with 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 hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer 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, he's six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his 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
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm just you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit 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
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 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 for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man,
be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together too

My tea's 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 all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",
This will be the last I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You dare me to
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a 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 rescued me from
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
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 sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll 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 to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To your ass from bouncing off the walls 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 each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
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 just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I this 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 pregnant his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!