Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

Oliver Paul, twenty old
Thick head of hair worries going bald
Wakes up at a past nine
Fare evades his way down the 96 tram
on the run again
He's well he's dropping soy
Linseed crumbs everywhere

Feeling sick at the sight of his
He dodges his way through the Swanston
off his tie, hands it to a homeless 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 building 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 are high and her bag is snakeskin
Hair so tight you can see her skeleton
Vickers perfume on her
A necklace between her breasts
She looks him up and with a Botox frown
He's well used to look by now

The dings, and they awkwardly 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 anything to have skin like you!"

He said, "I think projecting
The way that you're
I'm not suicidal just idling
I come up here, for and clarity
I like to imagine I'm Sim City
All the people look like ants from up
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 off that roof
You've got your whole ahead of you
You're still in youth
I'd give anything to have like you!"