Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy 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 I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain 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, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like 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 said if I'd write you you would write
See I'm like you in a way
I knew my father neither
He used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your 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 of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden 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 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 ever
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 rain clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send ass
been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the 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 me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that guy from 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 rescued me from
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
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 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 slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I to send this shit out?

My gone cold 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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really 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 intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit us meant 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 need to 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 just fine
If you a little, I'm glad 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 shit on the news a couple weeks ago that 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!