Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

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

Feeling sick at the sight of his
He dodges his way through the commuters
Rips off his tie, hands it to a man
Sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus
He "I'm not going to work today!
Gonna count the minutes that the run late
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of cans"

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

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

He said, "I think projecting
The way that 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 from up here
And the wind's the traffic you can hear"

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