Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

I'm down the corridor
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
I'm make it to the end
I'm smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend

I can hear my a-slappin'
I can feel my a-flappin'
got my whole being set into making it to the end
Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital

These are my people, Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? No, I don't have your mail
I'm not the friggin'

I'm to make it to the end
And when I make it to the end I smoke my cigarette

They it very hard to smoke here
But got it all figured out
They make it hard and builds up your strength
And then they you to check out

There's a man in traffic
all revved up with nowhere to go
He's and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain drops roll
down his windshield

He's stuck in rush hour traffic and he's
"Oh, I shoulda bought that in the country
I been home by now
I woulda been milkin' cows and pigs
And benign things to my benign wife"

"Instead of sittin' here lookin' up the
Of I do not even know and probably wouldn't like
And up at the face at the end
Of the floor of the Grace Hospital"

I'm walking the corridor
Of the floor of the Grace Hospital
green here, like a green nightmare
They come every morning

They spend an hour in the making decisions like this
say, "Oh yes, green like the grass, like the trees
That'll make brighten up and feel so happy
'em feel so pleased"

Well, I'm so that when I get out of here
I'm gonna write fuckin' cards
everyone how sweet it is here

Green, it just reminds of their own shit
And their own puke and oh, the blonde, she her hair
And she aluminum chlorohydrate on her fingertips and oh
"Daniel" Yes, "Would you into the office please?"

I'm walkin' the corridor
Of the Grace
I'm gonna out at the rain
At the sweet, rain

There's a man in traffic

Instead I'm sitting here in hour traffic lookin' up the tail pipe
Of someone I do not know and probably would not like
And watchin' this at the end
Of the seventh floor corridor of the Hospital
out at the goddamn rain

I'm walkin' down the
I'm startin' to get but I'm gonna make it to the end
I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't the goddamn mail

And if you don't your dog tied up
I'm gonna the dog catcher come
I don't care if ninety years old and he's sixteen
And you've been together all this
He's gonna him away, don't ask me for the mail
"Daniel, will you into the office?"

I'm walking down the corridor of the Hospital
Me and my bride, there's gonna be a wedding
I'm feeling so happy inside, oh, me and my bride
we go hand in hand, needle in arm, she is my only friend

When I get to the end I will out at the traffic below
And I will smile sort of sweetly and my head
And everyone will look up and think I'm lookin' out at the rain
As if it's the sweetest I've ever seen

The Hospital is a terminal hospital
And knows that and
And that's why the food's so bad and
And can I see your fucking boarding please, oh?

Last night someone came my room
And took my bag of sugar water
And they must have changed it for strange potion
'Cause now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange

a man in traffic

Instead I'm here in traffic
Lookin' up at this white at the end of a liquid string
At the end of the seventh floor of the Hospital
Lookin' out at the rain
Like it's the sweetest thing he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna myself

I'm down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace
Me and my family, on everybody
We're heading down the runway, we're gonna this thing

Come on Mrs. Bergman, be so much mail
I'm taking off of the
I'm moving out the rain, out into the rain
Out into the sweet goddamn, goddamn rain