Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

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 could all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too 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 her?
I'm a name her
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some 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 Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk 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 in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
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 up, you gotta call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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 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",
will be the last package I ever 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 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 a fifth of vodka,
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found 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 wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
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 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 screamin' in the trunk
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 at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
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 see you at the show, I must of missed you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet other
I really think you and girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do 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 made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was 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!