Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Of Tea

Every midnight we sit at the coffee and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we things
Most of the he just listens
Other times offers suggestions or he just my questions
It gets more as time passes, because every night
I ask this one question and all he does is wipe his
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm just to tell
or not he can even remember the answer..
Or whether or not choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or whether or not he can even remember me.
What a of time
But every night it's that same routine:
One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its
Then I'm off to bed with of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
The cup I'm drinking from is never
I can't remember if a dream once I awake and I walk..
From my messy bed and anticipate the next night talk

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we a cup of tea
He up with me and we discuss things
of the time he just listens
Other times offers suggestions his awful expressions
refelctions...his whole aura is see-through
With more confessions...I don't want to you
"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my spill
I see his face fading away. I surely a refill
I keep still and don't move much
Except to wet my lips sips. With every kiss of death I lose touch
I sip the tea because its at the degree of seperation
Tasting the forked tongue in conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any chance I will
Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer the small talk
"Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth to get washed out
in this house don't have anything timely to talk about."
The concept is dead. There's nothing should interrupt
I went to bed last night one sip left in the cup