Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

I'm down the corridor
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 my slippers a-slappin'
I can my gown a-flappin'
I've got my being set into making it to the end
Of the floor corridor of the Grace Hospital

These are my people, hello Joe, how ya
Don't I take good care of you,
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 hard to smoke here
But got it all figured out
make it hard 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 his windshield

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

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

I'm walking the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital
Everything's green here, a green nightmare
come every Thursday morning

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

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

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

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

There's a man in 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 seventh corridor of the Grace Hospital
out at the goddamn 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 have the goddamn

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

I'm walking the corridor of the Grace Hospital
Me and my bride, there's gonna be a 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

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 I've ever

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

Last night came into 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 some ocean

a man in traffic

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
Lookin' out at the goddamn
Like it's the sweetest thing that he's seen

O, I'm gonna save

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

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