Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

Oliver Paul, years old
Thick head of hair worries going bald
Wakes up at a past nine
Fare evades his way the 96 tram line
Breakfast on the run
He's well aware dropping 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 of a Metro bus stand
He screams "I'm not to work today!
Gonna count the that the trains run late
Sit on the grass building out of Coke cans"

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

The elevator dings, and they awkwardly 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 still in youth
I'd give to have skin like you!"

He said, "I you're projecting
The way you're 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 the only traffic you can hear"

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