Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

I'm walkin' down the
Of the seventh floor of the Grace
I'm make it to the end
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is my only

I can hear my slippers
I can feel my a-flappin'
I've got my whole set into making it to the end
Of the seventh corridor of the Grace Hospital

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

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

make it very hard to smoke here
But I've got it all out
They it hard and that builds up your strength
And then want you to check out

There's a man in below
He's all revved up with to go
He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain roll
Roll down his

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

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

I'm walking down the
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital
Everything's here, like a green nightmare
They come every Thursday

They spend an hour in the boardroom making decisions this
They say, "Oh yes, green like the grass, like the
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 fuckin' greeting cards
Tellin' everyone how sweet it is

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

I'm walkin' down the
Of the Grace
I'm gonna look out at the
At the sweet, sweet

There's a man in below

Instead I'm sitting here in rush hour traffic lookin' up the tail
Of someone I do not and probably would not even like
And this face at the end
Of the seventh corridor of the Grace 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 my gown a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers a-slappin'
Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the goddamn mail

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

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

When I get to the end I will look out at the below
And I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my
And everyone will look up and think that I'm lookin' out at the
As if the sweetest thing I've ever seen

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

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

There's a man in

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

O, I'm gonna save

I'm down the corridor
Of the floor of the Grace Hospital
Me and my family, come on
heading down the runway, we're gonna kick this thing

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