Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 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 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 even if I could it'll all be
Put your on my wall
It me, that 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 phone at the bottom
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 addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a name her
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
This is

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 even if I it'll all be gray
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 hope you a chance
I mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I 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 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 you're in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away 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 across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you 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 you'll 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 even if I it'll all be gray
Put your 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 still no word, I don't it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a 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 other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' 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 more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out?

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain 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, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your 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 must of you
Don't I did that shit intentionally just 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 ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with 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!