Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

I'm walkin' down the
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital
I'm make 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 into it to the end
Of the floor corridor of the Grace Hospital

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

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

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

a man in traffic below
He's all revved up nowhere to go
He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and the rain drops roll
Roll his windshield

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

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

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

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

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

Green, it just reminds everybody of their own
And their own and oh, the blonde, she pats her hair
And she aluminum 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 look out at the
At the sweet, rain

There's a man in below

Instead I'm sitting here in hour traffic lookin' up the tail pipe
Of someone I do not know and would not even like
And watchin' face at the end
Of the floor corridor of the Grace Hospital
out at the goddamn rain

I'm walkin' down the
I'm startin' to get withdrawal but I'm gonna it to the end
I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can my slippers a-slappin'
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the 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 you've been all this time
He's take him away, don't ask me for the mail
"Daniel, will you into the office?"

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

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 that I'm lookin' out at the rain
As if the sweetest thing I've ever seen

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

night someone came into my room
And they took my bag of water
And they must have changed it for some strange
'Cause now I feel like I'm on some strange ocean

a man in traffic

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 he's seen

O, I'm gonna save

I'm down the corridor
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
Me and my family, on everybody
We're heading down the runway, gonna kick 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, goddamn rain