Luyện nghe bài hát Stan

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your on my wall
It me that it's not so bad, it's 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 can't see at all
And even if I it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad

Dear Slim, I you but you still ain't callin'
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in
You not have got 'em
It probably was a problem at the office or somethin'

Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma her? I'ma name her Bonnie

I read your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit you did with ScamZ

I got a full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did Ruckus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your fan, this is Stan

My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this will be the last package i ever send ass. its been six month still no word i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two letters i wrote the address on them perfect
still ain't called or wrote, I hope you the chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert you didn't to
But you could signed an autograph for Matthew

That's my little brother, man,he's 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 and ya just said no
pretty shitty 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, but I just don't bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you if I write to you
You would write back, see, I'm just you in a way
I never knew my father
He to always cheat 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 that helps when I'm depressed
I even got a with your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you

But she don't know you I know you, Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growing up
You've gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS, we should be too

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or my fans"
This'll be the package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and 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 I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, "I a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"
You know that by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?

About that guy who could have saved that other guy drowning?
But Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
That's how this is, you could have rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy

And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we could have been together, about it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it

And when you dream, I hope you sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't without me
See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screaming in the trunk

But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates, she'll 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 send shit out?

My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my and I can't see at all
And even if I could all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for brother, I wrote it on your starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to you
And what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not us to meet each other

I think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you need to treat her better
I you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in

Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be just fine
If you'd relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit

I seen this one shit on the a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge
And had his in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car found a tape but it didn't say who it was to
Come to about it his name was, it was you, damn