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 listens
Other times offers suggestions or he just my questions
It gets more depressing as time passes, because night
I ask this one and all he does 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 choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or whether or not he can even remember me.
What a of time
But every night it's same damn routine:
One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself 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 remember if it's a dream once I awake and I walk..
my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk

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 time he listens
Other times offers with his awful expressions
Altered refelctions...his whole is see-through
more confessions...I don't want 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 of death I lose touch
I sip the tea carefully its at the degree of seperation
Tasting the forked in bi-lingual conversation
Waiting for his still...and at any given chance I will
Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer the small talk
"Alright, man...this bitter in my mouth needs to get washed out
Ghosts in this house don't have anything to talk about."
The concept is dead. nothing death should interrupt
I went to bed night with one sip left in the cup