Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your on my wall
It reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn
You must not got 'em
It probably was a problem at the post office or

Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your
My pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma 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 you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with ScamZ

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 this man, hit me back, to chat
Truly yours, your fan, this is Stan

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this will be the last package i ever your ass. its been six month still no word i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two letters i wrote the address on them perfect
ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance
I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you want to talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to
But you could have an autograph for Matthew

That's my little brother, man,he's 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya said no
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad, but I just don't like lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I to you
You would write back, see, I'm just you in a way
I never knew my neither
He used to always on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in songs
So when I a shitty 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 with name across the chest

Sometimes I 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 you tell it
My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one
She don't know what it was for people like us growing up
You've gotta me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan. PS, we should be together too

My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall
It me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. "I'm too to call or write my fans"
This'll be the last package I ever 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 cassette I'm 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, ya dare me to drive?"
You know song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?

About that guy who could have that other guy from drowning?
But Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could have rescued me drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy

And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I all o' your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we could have been together, about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it

And when you dream, I you can't sleep and you scream about 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 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 suffer and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit

My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on starter cap

I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must have missed you
think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you
And this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues, Stan, I think you need counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet other

I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this
I just hope it you in time

Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just
If you'd a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit

I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge
And had his in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a but it didn't say who it was to
Come to think it his name was, it was you, damn