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 time he just
Other offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions
It gets depressing as time passes, because every night
I ask this one and all he does is wipe his glasses
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm waiting to tell
whether or not he can remember the answer..
Or whether or not he's choosing not to tamper his memory..
Or whether or not he can fucking remember me.
What a of time
But every night it's that damn routine:
One green cup of tea and me all by myself once its empty
Then I'm off to bed with plenty of to keep me up and thinking
The cup I'm drinking from is clean
I can't remember if it's a once I awake and I walk..
From my bed and anticipate the next late night talk

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