Luyện nghe bài hát What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Grow

(White/Armstrong)
Another night alone on a dark somewhere far away
my home. The summer's on my mind, so far behind.
Face in a sink reflects caffienated insides.
It's scenarios you think of while you're alone,
and on my own. if my parents paid for everything
I own I could be in a classroom taking notes
of that I already know (or think I do). What
doesn't kill you makes you grow. nine to five
into twenty-four hours. It seems that escape
from this cold, prison is a dream. My priorities
are forgotten, in a cycle on your knees. I
deliver in spite to my friends and my enemies.
I stay and lie awake in bed just to breathe my
quickened heartbeat. I hear noises overhead, but
face isn't enough to sleep. I have a dream
that I can sleep on my own. These my pale
reflection can't pretend that is all I have to
offer. I noises overhead but this throat isn't
strong enough to scream, or so it seems. Now I
on my own. This cup off coffee my insides,
and sip after sip I grow and come to realize that
is on.