Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

I can hear my a-slappin'
I can my gown a-flappin'
I've got my 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'? What? No, I don't have your
I'm not the friggin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm so pleased that when I get out of
I'm gonna write fuckin' greeting
Tellin' how sweet it is here

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

I'm down the corridor
Of the Hospital
I'm gonna out at the rain
At the sweet, sweet

There's a man in traffic

Instead I'm sitting in rush hour traffic lookin' up the tail pipe
Of someone I do not know and 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 down the corridor
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'
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the mail

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

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

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

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

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

a man in traffic

Instead I'm sittin' here in
Lookin' up at this balloon at the end of a liquid string
At the end of the floor of the Grace Hospital
Lookin' out at the goddamn
Like it's the sweetest that he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna save

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

on Mrs. Bergman, there'll 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, sweet rain