Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

I'm walkin' 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 friend

I can hear my a-slappin'
I can feel my gown
got my whole being set into making it to the end
Of the seventh floor 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'? What? No, I don't your mail
I'm not the friggin'

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

They it very hard to smoke here
But I've got it all 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 nowhere to go
He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the drops roll
down his windshield

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

"Instead of sittin' here lookin' up the
Of someone I do not even know and probably like
And up at the face at the end
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital"

I'm walking the corridor
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
Everything's green here, a green nightmare
come every Thursday morning

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

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

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

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

There's a man in below

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

I'm walkin' the corridor
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 don't the goddamn mail

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

I'm down the corridor of the Grace Hospital
Me and my bride, gonna 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 look out at the traffic below
And I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my
And everyone will look up and think that I'm lookin' out at the
As if the sweetest thing I've ever seen

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

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

a man in traffic

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

O, I'm gonna save

I'm down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the 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 taking off of the
I'm moving out into the rain, out the rain
Out into the sweet goddamn, sweet goddamn