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 if I could 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 rain clouds 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 Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with 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 called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
You have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
For four 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 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 to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're 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 got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such 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 don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
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
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

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 could all be gray,
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 last package I send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I you got my last two letters, I wrote 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 a fifth of vodka,
You dare me to
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And when you dream I you can't 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 girlfriend in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she 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 shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
And an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
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 about us meant to be together?
type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to 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 mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen one shit 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 with his kid
And in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!