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 discuss
Most of the time he just
Other times offers suggestions or he ignores my questions
It gets depressing as time passes, because 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 or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or or not he can even fucking remember me.
What a of time
But night it's that same damn 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 is never clean
I can't if it's a dream once I awake and I walk..
my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk

Every we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we things
Most of the he just listens
Other times suggestions with his awful expressions
Altered refelctions...his whole aura is
With 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 still and don't move much
Except to wet my lips with sips. With kiss of death I lose touch
I sip the tea carefully its at the degree of seperation
Tasting the tongue in bi-lingual 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 in my mouth needs to get washed out
Ghosts in this house have anything timely to talk about."
The is dead. There's nothing death should interrupt
I went to bed night with one sip left in the cup