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 a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend

I can hear my a-slappin'
I can my gown a-flappin'
I've got my whole being set into 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'? What? No, I have your mail
I'm not the friggin'

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

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

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

He's stuck in rush traffic and he's sayin'
"Oh, I bought that farm in the country
I woulda 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 even know and probably wouldn't
And up at the face at the end
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital"

I'm walking the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital
Everything's here, like a green nightmare
They 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 brighten up and feel so
Make 'em so pleased"

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

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

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

a man in traffic below

Instead I'm sitting here in rush hour lookin' up the tail pipe
Of someone I do not know and would 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' the corridor
I'm startin' to get withdrawal but I'm make it to the end
I can feel my a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers a-slappin'
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't the goddamn mail

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

I'm walking down the corridor of the Grace
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

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

The Grace Hospital is a hospital
And everybody knows 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 water
And they must have changed it for some potion
now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange ocean

There's a man in

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

O, I'm save myself

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

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