Luyện nghe bài hát Stan (clean Version)

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 it'll all be
Put your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad
not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I it'll 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 left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'm a call her?
I'm a her Bonnie
I read your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of your posters and 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, yours, your biggest fan
This is

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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your
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 four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin'
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' 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 knew my father
He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
So I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit so that shit helps when 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 such a sudden for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she know you like 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
be the biggest fan you'll 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 clouds up my window
And I see at all
And even if I could all be gray
Put your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad
not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I send your ass
It's been six and still 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 cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka
You me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me 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 sleep and you about it
And when you dream I hope you sleep and you scream about it
I hope conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin' in the trunk
But I slit her throat, I just tied 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 this shit

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

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
And here's an for your brother
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to 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 some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other
I really you and your girlfriend need each 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 just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one 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 found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!