Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

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

are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take good of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I don't 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 hard to smoke here
But got it all figured out
They it hard and that builds up your strength
And then they 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 roll
Roll his windshield

He's stuck in hour traffic and he's sayin'
"Oh, I shoulda bought that in the country
I been home by now
I been 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 even know and probably like
And up at the face at the end
Of the floor of the Grace Hospital"

I'm walking 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 this
They say, "Oh yes, green like the grass, the trees
That'll everyone brighten up and feel so happy
'em feel so pleased"

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

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 come the office please?"

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

There's a man in traffic

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

I'm walkin' down the
I'm startin' to get withdrawal but I'm make it to the end
I can feel my gown and I can hear 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 have 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 gonna him away, don't ask me for the mail
"Daniel, will you come the office?"

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

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

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

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

There's a man in

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

O, I'm save myself

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

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