Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Of Tea

Every midnight we sit at the coffee and we share a cup of tea
He up with me and we discuss things
of the time he just listens
Other times offers or he just ignores my questions
It gets more depressing as passes, because every night
I ask this one question and all he does is his glasses
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm waiting to tell
whether or not he can even the answer..
Or whether or not choosing not to tamper with 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 plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
The cup I'm drinking is never 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

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