Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

I can hear my a-slappin'
I can feel my gown
I've got my whole set into making it to the end
Of the floor corridor of the Grace Hospital

are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I good care of you, Joe?
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 will my cigarette

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

a man in traffic below
He's all revved up nowhere to go
He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and the rain drops roll
Roll down his

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

"Instead of here lookin' 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 green here, like a nightmare
come every Thursday morning

They spend an in the boardroom making decisions like this
They say, "Oh yes, green like the grass, the trees
That'll make everyone 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' greeting
Tellin' everyone how it is here

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

I'm walkin' down the
Of the Hospital
I'm look out at the rain
At the sweet, rain

a man in traffic below

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

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

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 him away, don't ask me for the mail
"Daniel, will you into the office?"

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

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

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

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

There's a man in

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
out at the goddamn rain
Like it's the sweetest thing he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna myself

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

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