Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

Oliver Paul, twenty old
head of hair worries he's going bald
Wakes up at a quarter nine
Fare evades his way down the 96 line
on the run again
He's well aware he's soy
Linseed Vegemite crumbs

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

Headphone to the Nicholas Building
He trips on a pothole that's not filled in
He for an elevator, 1 to 9
A lady walks in and waits by his
Her heels are high and her bag is
pulled so tight you can see her skeleton
Vickers on her breath
A tortoise-shell between her breasts
She looks him up and down with a frown
He's well used to that by now

The dings, and they awkwardly step in
fingers touch on the rooftop button...
"Don't jump little boy, don't jump off roof
You've got your whole ahead of you
You're still in your
I'd anything to have skin like you!"

He said, "I think you're
The way you're feeling
I'm not suicidal idling insignificantly
I come up here, for perception and
I like to I'm playing Sim City
All the people look like ants up here
And the wind's the only you can hear"

He said, "All I ever to be was an
Elevator Operator can you me please?!"
"Don't jump little boy, don't jump off roof
got your whole life ahead of you
You're still in your
I'd give anything to have like you!"