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 your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

My tea's cold I'm wondering 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 your on my wall
It reminds me, that 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 back in autumn, you must 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, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
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 hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I like the you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
This is

Dear Slim, you ain't called 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 wanna talk to me outside concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more 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 just you in a way
I never knew my 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 drift 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 across the
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 girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk 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,
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we be together 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 could all be gray,
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good 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 dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience 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 suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you call 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 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 just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the 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 think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' fine
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 just don't want you to do crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!