Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
I scribble 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 a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your 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 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 reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I that mad though, I just 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 cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
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 biggest fan you'll ever
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
will be the last package 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 the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my 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 a fifth of vodka
You me to drive?
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, then at a a show he 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 or a call
I hope you 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 you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' 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
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 supposed to this shit out?

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 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 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 your daughter 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 I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or maybe you just 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 that you'll be doin' 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 want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple ago that made me sick
Some dude was 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 they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!