Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's cold 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 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 morning clouds 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 ain't
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read 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 this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of 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, biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't 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 talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's 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 his fuckin' idol
He wants to be 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 back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't know what it was like for like us growin' up, you gotta call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
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 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 Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans",
This will be the package I ever send 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 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 dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy 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 me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
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 dream it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you 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 tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass bouncing 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 girlfriend need each
Or you just need to treat her better
I you get to read this letter, I just 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 don't you to do some crazy shit
I this one shit on the news a couple 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!