Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

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

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

make it very hard to smoke here
But got it all figured out
make it hard and that builds up your strength
And they want 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 the rain drops roll
Roll his windshield

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

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

I'm walking down the
Of the seventh 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
make everyone brighten up and feel so happy
Make 'em so pleased"

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

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

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

There's a man in traffic

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

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

And if you don't keep dog tied up
I'm gonna have the dog catcher
I don't care if ninety years old and he's sixteen
And you've been together all this
He's gonna take him away, ask me for the mail
"Daniel, will you into 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 happy inside, oh, me and my bride
Here we go hand in hand, in arm, she is my only friend

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

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

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

There's a man in

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

O, I'm save myself

I'm running down the
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
Me and my family, on everybody
We're heading down the runway, we're gonna kick this

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