Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

Oliver Paul, years old
Thick head of hair worries he's bald
Wakes up at a quarter nine
Fare his way down the 96 tram line
Breakfast on the run
well aware he's dropping soy
Linseed crumbs everywhere

Feeling sick at the sight of his
He dodges his way the Swanston commuters
Rips off his tie, it to a homeless man
Sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus
He screams "I'm not to work today!
count the minutes that the trains run late
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of cans"

wielding to the Nicholas Building
He trips on a pothole not been filled in
He for an elevator, 1 to 9
A lady in and waits by his side
Her are high and her bag is snakeskin
Hair so tight you can see her skeleton
perfume on her breath
A tortoise-shell necklace her breasts
She looks him up and with a Botox frown
He's well to that look by now

The elevator dings, and they step in
Their fingers on the rooftop button...
"Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that
You've got your whole ahead of you
You're in your youth
I'd give anything to have like you!"

He said, "I think you're
The way you're feeling
I'm not suicidal idling insignificantly
I up here, for perception and clarity
I like to imagine I'm playing Sim
All the people like ants from up here
And the the only traffic you can hear"

He said, "All I wanted to be was an
Operator can you help me please?!"
"Don't little boy, don't jump off that roof
You've got your life ahead of you
still in your youth
I'd give anything to have skin you!"