Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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

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 reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when 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 a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
You didn't to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four and you just said, "No."
That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' lied to
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm like you in a way
I never knew my neither,
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know 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 cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window
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 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 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 of vodka,
You dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from
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 I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you 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 her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates suffer 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?

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call 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 shit intentionally to diss you
But this 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 ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That type of shit make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
Or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think 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, I do want you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was, it was you
Damn!