Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

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 even if I it'll all be gray,
Put your picture on my
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 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, 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 home phone at the
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must 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 been up? Man how's your
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
I'm a her Bonnie
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a kill himself over some 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 with
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 hope you get man, hit me back,
Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like lied to
Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back,
See I'm just you in a way
I never my father neither,
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you 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 fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we 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 even if I could all be gray,
Put picture on my wall
It reminds me, 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 no word, I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my 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 drank a of vodka,
You dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a me from 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 all of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you breathe without me
See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet other
I really think you and girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't you to do some crazy shit
I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and 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 didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was, it was you
Damn!