Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 if I could it'll all be gray
Put picture 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 clouds up my
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 Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a 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 pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room 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

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 it'll all be
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein' lied to
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat 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 really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she know you like I know 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
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

My tea's cold 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, 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 months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
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 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 rescued me 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 hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like you
if she suffocates she'll 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 up my window
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
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
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you 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 think you and your need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!