Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Green, it just reminds everybody of their own
And their own puke and oh, the blonde, she 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 Hospital
I'm look 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 even
And this face at the end
Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital
out at the goddamn rain

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

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

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

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

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

Last night someone came into my
And took my bag of sugar water
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' here in
up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string
At the end of the floor of the Grace Hospital
Lookin' out at the goddamn
Like it's the sweetest thing he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna myself

I'm down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital
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 taking off of the
I'm moving out into the rain, out the rain
Out into the goddamn, sweet goddamn rain