Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone 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, it's not so bad
not so bad

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 even if I could all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 home at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's 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 read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

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 even if I it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like 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 never knew my father
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo of your name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such 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 don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for like 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 gone 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 Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
This will be the package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
You dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved other guy from drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you know I 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 scream it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' 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 she'll suffer more, and then 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 cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning 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, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I 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 that made me
Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!