Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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

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 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 still callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office 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 bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and pictures man
I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

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, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you 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 have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' 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 used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how 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 I know you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I send your 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 I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of
You dare me to
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, then Phil saw it all, 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 thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think 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 hope your conscience eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't slit her throat, I just 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 this shit out?

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

Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter 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 of missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
Or maybe you just need to her better
I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
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 this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
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
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!