Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

I'm walkin' the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the 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 being set into making it to the end
Of the seventh floor corridor of the Hospital

These are my people, Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take good of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I don't have your
I'm not the mailman

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

They make it very hard to smoke
But I've got it all out
They make it hard and that builds up your
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 watchin' the rain drops
Roll down his

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

"Instead of sittin' here lookin' up the
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 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, like the
That'll make brighten up and feel so happy
Make 'em so pleased"

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

Green, it just everybody 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' the corridor
Of the Grace
I'm gonna out at the rain
At the sweet, sweet

a man in traffic below

Instead I'm sitting here in rush hour traffic lookin' up the tail
Of someone I do not know and probably would not like
And this face at the end
Of the floor corridor of the Grace Hospital
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 hear my slippers
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the goddamn

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

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

I get to the end I will look out at the traffic below
And I will smile sort of sweetly and 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 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 took my bag of sugar water
And they must have changed it for some strange
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 balloon at the end of a liquid
At the end of the floor of the Grace Hospital
Lookin' out at the goddamn
it's the sweetest thing that he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna myself

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

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