Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's 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 reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

My tea's gone 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 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 my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear 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 and your pictures man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get 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 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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' to
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I never knew my neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

My tea's gone 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 it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I 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 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 from
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates suffer 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 this shit out?

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 it'll all be
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother
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 shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut 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 ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me
Some 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 found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!