Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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 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 it'll all be gray,
Put your on my wall
It me, that 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 back in autumn, you must got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post 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 pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill 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 shit that you did Skam
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 hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you 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 signed an autograph for
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're 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 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 never my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I 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 call me man,
I'll be the biggest fan you'll 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 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 and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from drowning
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 you know 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 you can't sleep and you scream about it
I your conscience eats 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 tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and 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 but I just been busy
You your 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 wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say shit just clownin' dog, come 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 what's this shit about us meant to be
That of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need 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 I inspire 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 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!