Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 if I could it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

My tea's cold 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 me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a name her
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a friend kill 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 you did with Skam
I got a room full of posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The rain 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, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I mad, I just think 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 autograph for
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We waited in the cold for you,
For hours and you just said, "No."
pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
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
when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just you in a way
I knew my father neither
He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain 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 about 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 people like us growin' up, you gotta me man
I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too

My gone cold I'm wondering 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 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 last I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't it?
I know you got my last two letters, I 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 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you a rescued me from drowning
Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I was a lousy letter or a call
I you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you scream about it
I hope your 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
'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 send this out?

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 even if I it'll all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad
not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really flattered you call 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 shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
To help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other
Or maybe you just 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, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car 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!