Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Of Tea

Every midnight we sit at the table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we things
Most of the he just listens
Other times offers or he just ignores my questions
It gets more depressing as time passes, every night
I ask this one question and all he is wipe his glasses
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm just waiting to
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 even fucking me.
What a waste of
But night it's that same damn routine:
One cup of tea and me stuck 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 from is never clean
I can't remember if it's a dream once I and I walk..
From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night

midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up me and we discuss things
Most of the he just listens
Other times offers with his awful expressions
Altered refelctions...his whole aura is
more confessions...I don't want to leave 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. every kiss of death I lose touch
I sip the tea carefully because its at the of seperation
Tasting the forked in bi-lingual conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance I
Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer kill the small
"Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth to get washed out
Ghosts in this house have anything timely to talk about."
The is dead. There's nothing death should interrupt
I to bed last night with one sip left in the cup