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 picture 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 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 sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a name her
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of posters and your 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, your fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' 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 knew my 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 so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
Sometimes I 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 respect you cause you it
My jealous 'cause 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 growin' up, you call me man,
I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
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 clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I it'll all be gray,
Put your picture on my
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad

Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",
This will be the last package I ever send 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 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka,
You me to drive?
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 thousand now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't her throat, I just tied 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 this shit out?

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 flattered you call your daughter that
And here's an for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you just 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 a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just 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 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!