Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

Oliver Paul, twenty old
Thick head of hair worries he's going
up at a quarter past nine
Fare his way down the 96 tram line
Breakfast on the run
He's aware he's dropping soy
Linseed Vegemite crumbs

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

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

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

He said, "I think projecting
The way that feeling
I'm not suicidal just insignificantly
I come up here, for perception and
I to imagine 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 wanted to be was an
Elevator Operator can you me please?!"
"Don't jump boy, don't jump off that roof
got your whole life ahead of you
You're still in your
I'd give anything to have skin you!"