Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Instead of sittin' lookin' up the tail-pipe
Of someone I do not know 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 seventh floor of the Hospital
Everything's green here, a green nightmare
come every Thursday morning

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

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

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

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

a man in traffic below

Instead I'm sitting here in rush traffic lookin' up the tail pipe
Of I do not know and probably would not even like
And watchin' this at the end
Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital
out at the goddamn 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 a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the goddamn

And if you don't keep dog tied up
I'm gonna have the dog come
I don't care if ninety 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 of the Grace Hospital
Me and my bride, there's be a wedding today
I'm feeling so inside, oh, me and my rolling bride
we go hand 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 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 thing I've ever seen

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

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

a man in traffic

Instead I'm sittin' here in
Lookin' up at this white 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 that he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna save

I'm down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace
Me and my family, on everybody
We're down the runway, we're 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 the rain
Out the sweet goddamn, sweet goddamn rain