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 clouds up my
And I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my
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, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your 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 you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me 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 waited in the blistering for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're his fuckin' idol
He to be just like 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 write
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my father
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you 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 like for like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

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

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans"
This will be the package I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So is my cassette 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 a fifth of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of pictures 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 hope you sleep and you scream about it
I hope 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 girlfriend screamin' in the
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't 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 cold I'm 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 Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you 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 each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I 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 just don't you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
dude 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
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!