Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
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'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant 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 about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did 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,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

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 if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
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 fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
You didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty man, you're like his fuckin' 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 bein' 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 always cheat on my mom and her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My jealous 'cause 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 growin' up, you gotta me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six and still 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 I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka
You dare me to
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a 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 lousy or a call
I hope you I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You it now, I hope 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 conscience eats at you and you can't 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 tied her up, see I like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

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 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 Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
Before you yourself, I think 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 just don't want you to do some shit
I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant 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!