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 a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend

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

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

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
make it hard and that builds up your strength
And then they 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 down his

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

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

I'm down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace
green here, like a green nightmare
They come Thursday morning

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

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

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

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

There's a man in below

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

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

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

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

When I get to the end I look out at the traffic below
And I will smile sort of 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 terminal
And everybody that and
And that's 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 water
And must have changed it for some strange potion
'Cause now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange

There's a man in

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

O, I'm gonna save

I'm running down the
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
Me and my family, come on
We're heading down the runway, we're 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, goddamn rain