Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm 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 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 probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill 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 that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest 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 even if I could it'll all be
Put picture 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 fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, 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 like his fuckin'
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you 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 always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
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 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 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 cold I'm 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 reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I 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 that guy who a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
kinda 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 lousy or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you 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 slit her throat, I just 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 almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out?

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
And here's an for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of will make me not want us to meet each other
I think you and your girlfriend need 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 yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
dude 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!