Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

I can hear my slippers
I can feel my gown
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'? What? No, I don't your mail
I'm not the mailman

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

They make it very to smoke here
But I've got it all out
They make it 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 the rain drops roll
Roll down his

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm down the corridor
Of the Grace
I'm look out at the rain
At the sweet, sweet

a man in traffic below

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a man in traffic

Instead I'm sittin' here in
Lookin' up at this white 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 thing that he's ever

O, I'm gonna save

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 kick this

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