Luyện nghe bài hát Grace Hospital

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

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 of the Grace Hospital

are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I 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 smoke 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 want you to out

There's a man in traffic
all revved up with nowhere to go
He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the drops roll
Roll his windshield

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

"Instead of sittin' here 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 of the Grace Hospital
Everything's green here, like a green
They every Thursday morning

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

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

Green, it just reminds everybody of their own
And their own puke and oh, the blonde, she pats her
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, sweet

a man in traffic below

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

I'm walkin' the corridor
I'm to get withdrawal but I'm gonna make it to the end
I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can hear my a-slappin'
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the goddamn

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

I'm walking the corridor of the Grace Hospital
Me and my bride, there's be a wedding today
I'm feeling so happy inside, oh, me and my rolling
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 sort of sweetly and my head
And everyone will look up and think that I'm out at the rain
As if it's the sweetest thing ever seen

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

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

a man in traffic

Instead I'm here in traffic
Lookin' up at white balloon 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 thing that he's seen

O, I'm save myself

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

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