Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

My tea's gone 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 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 up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray
Put picture 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 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 too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

My gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my
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, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would back
See I'm like you in a way
I never my father neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo of your name across 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 girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
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 morning rain clouds up my
And I see at all
And even if I it'll all be gray
Put picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever your ass
been six months 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 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 me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that 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 how this is, you could a rescued me from 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 pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend 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, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out?

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 picture 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 your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that
And an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did that shit 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 Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That type of will make me not want us to meet each 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
you hurt 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 mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!