Luyện nghe bài hát Elevator Operator

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

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

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

The elevator dings, and they awkwardly in
Their fingers touch on the button...
"Don't little boy, don't jump off that roof
You've got your whole ahead of you
still in your youth
I'd give to have skin 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 like to I'm playing Sim City
All the look like ants from up here
And the wind's the only you can hear"

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