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 a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend

I can hear my slippers
I can feel my a-flappin'
I've got my whole being set into it to the end
Of the floor corridor of the Grace Hospital

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

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

They make it very 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

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

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

"Instead of here lookin' 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 walking down the
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
Everything's green here, like a nightmare
They come every Thursday

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

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

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

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

There's a man in traffic

Instead I'm here in rush 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 Grace
Lookin' out at the rain

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

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

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

When I get to the end I will 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 it's the sweetest I've ever seen

The Hospital is a terminal hospital
And everybody that 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 took my bag of sugar water
And they have changed it for some strange potion
now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange ocean

There's a man in

Instead I'm sittin' here in
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
Like it's the sweetest thing he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna myself

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

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