Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

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

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

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

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

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

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