Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

I'm walkin' the corridor
Of the floor of the Grace Hospital
I'm gonna it to the end
I'm gonna a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend

I can hear my slippers
I can feel my gown
I've got my whole being set into it to the end
Of the floor corridor of the Grace Hospital

These are my people, hello Joe, how ya
Don't I good care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I 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 will smoke my

They make it very 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
He's all up with nowhere to go
a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain drops roll
Roll his windshield

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

"Instead of sittin' lookin' up the tail-pipe
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 down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace
Everything's green here, like a green
They come Thursday morning

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

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

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

There's a man in below

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

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

And if you don't keep your dog up
I'm gonna have the dog come
I care if you're ninety years 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, will you into the office?"

I'm walking down the corridor of the Hospital
Me and my bride, there's gonna be a today
I'm feeling so happy inside, oh, me and my rolling
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 it's the sweetest thing ever seen

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

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

There's a man in

Instead I'm sittin' 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 that he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna myself

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

Come on Mrs. Bergman, 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