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 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 of the Grace Hospital

are my people, hello 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

They make it very hard to here
But got it all figured out
They make it hard and builds up your strength
And then they you to check out

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

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

"Instead of here lookin' 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 floor of the Grace Hospital"

I'm down the corridor
Of the floor of the Grace Hospital
Everything's green here, a green nightmare
They come Thursday morning

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

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

Green, it just reminds everybody of their own
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 the office please?"

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

There's a man in below

Instead I'm sitting here in hour traffic lookin' up the tail pipe
Of someone I do not know and probably would not even
And this 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 don't have the mail

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

I'm walking down the 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 hand in hand, needle in arm, she is my friend

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

The Grace is a terminal hospital
And everybody knows 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 water
And they 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 here in traffic
up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string
At the end of the seventh floor of the Hospital
Lookin' out at the rain
it's the sweetest thing that he's ever seen

O, I'm save myself

I'm running the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital
Me and my family, come on
We're heading the runway, we're gonna kick this thing

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