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

(White/Armstrong)
Another night alone on a dark road far away
from my home. The on my mind, so far behind.
Face in a sink reflects caffienated insides.
It's life scenarios you think of you're alone,
and on my own. Like if my parents for everything
I own I could be in a classroom taking notes
of things that I already know (or I do). What
doesn't kill you makes you grow. This 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 to my friends and my enemies. Some
I stay and lie awake in bed just to breathe my
quickened heartbeat. I hear overhead, but this
face isn't strong to sleep. I have a dream
that I can on my own. These days my pale
reflection can't pretend that this is all I to
offer. I hear noises overhead but this throat
strong to scream, or so it seems. Now I scream
on my own. This cup off coffee my insides,
and sip after sip I grow and come to realize that
is on.