Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

Dear Slim, I you but still 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 post office or
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
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 read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and pictures man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this 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 think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never my father neither,
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps 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 adrenaline, the pain 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 you 24/7
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 growin' up, you call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll 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 rain 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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans",
This will be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote 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 doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka,
You me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, 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 hope your eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't her throat, I just 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 send this out?

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of 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 some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help 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 make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
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 don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one on the news a couple 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!