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 smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend

I can hear my a-slappin'
I can feel my a-flappin'
I've got my whole being set into it to the end
Of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace

are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you What? No, I don't 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 smoke my cigarette

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

a man in traffic below
He's all revved up nowhere to go
He's 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 woulda home by now
I woulda milkin' cows and sloppin' pigs
And benign things to my benign wife"

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

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

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

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

Green, it just reminds of their 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 into 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 traffic

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

I'm down the corridor
I'm startin' to get but I'm gonna make it to the end
I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I have the goddamn mail

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

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

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

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

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

a man in traffic

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

O, I'm gonna save

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

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