Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

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,
but your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad.

1st volume grows over raindrop background
2nd full volume with beat after "thunder" noise

Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'ma call her?
I'ma her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of your and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
This is

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 fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're his fuckin idol
He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein lied to
Remember we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would back - see I'm just like you in a way
I knew my father neither;
he to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
so when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan -- P.S.
We should be too

Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last I ever send your ass
It's been six and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my two letters;
I the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him?
That's kinda how is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you I ripped +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 and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE me
See Shut 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 suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send shit out?

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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
Look, I'm really you would 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 musta missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists
I say that just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
And what's this shit about us to be together?
type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin fine
if you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
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 this 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 in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was. it was you
Stan!