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 even if I could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

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

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

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 all be gray
Put your on my wall
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 think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
pretty 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
when we met in Denver, you said 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 saying in songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever 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 clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could it'll all be
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You dare me to
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, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
But I slit 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 almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this 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 it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It me, that 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 would call your daughter
And here's an for your 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 what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some 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 us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so Try to understand, that 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 weeks ago that made 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 found a tape, but they say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!