Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Of Tea

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we discuss
of the time he just listens
Other times offers suggestions or he ignores my questions
It gets more depressing as time passes, every night
I ask one question 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 or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or or not he can even fucking remember me.
a waste of time
But every it's that same damn routine:
One green cup of tea and me all by myself once its empty
Then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me up and
The cup I'm drinking is never clean
I can't remember if it's a dream once I and I walk..
my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk

Every midnight we sit at the coffee and we share a cup of tea
He up with me and we discuss things
Most of the time he just
Other times offers suggestions with his expressions
Altered refelctions...his whole is see-through
With more confessions...I don't want to you
"This cup be bottomless!"...as my insecurities spill
I see his face fading away. I surely a refill
I purposely keep still and move much
Except to wet my lips with sips. With every of death I lose touch
I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of
the forked tongue in bi-lingual conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given I will
Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer the small talk
"Alright, man...this taste in my mouth needs to get washed out
in this house don't have anything timely to talk about."
The concept is dead. There's death should interrupt
I went to bed last with one sip left in the cup