Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of the Rich Young Ruler

Feel like a stranger in a strange
Twenty-something and depressed, guess it what I had planned
Can't stand all the and the logos
While the is a no-go—no, the truth
Doesn't sell, not too
Tell me why I'm fetching books from the self-help section of

(And every bell's a death knell)

for the modern world
Everybody selling something, got to sell yourself to get the
Look at me, look at me, my C.V.
Are you a Mac or a PC?
So take it on the Francis of Assisi
Don't really see the if it don't please me

Listless at
What if I don't feel Bit scary to think
I can't evolve 'cause I can't solve the link
Spilling ink like I'm on the brink—jump and
Where's God? Are my ears so that the Word's unheard?
Nah, He doesn't wink

Misty from the issues for tissues
Refugees, shootings, and the planet that we misuse
And the sick news into ever-new venues
next on the menu?
If I from all your links and tweets, would that offend you?
Don't really care what you share about the out there if you're blind to the demons within you

Confessions of a blessed twenty-something who's
Took my restless heart to my rest?
Just trying to be like the Psalmist
I'm not the flyest guy, I'm not the
Promised joy, but I'm
You can call me Jacob's ladder 'cause I'm up and down, smile and
Pound for pound, no match for Old Scratch when he's

I thought the truth couldn't you
I took the red pill and I read After Virtue
Don't mean to be a grump, dumping words, in a
Modern thought got more fluff the hair on Donald Trump
And the women and go
Talking
But mean the ninja turtle, and I don't know
I just don't

Excuse my muse storylines
Eternal sunshine of the plotless you don't mind
My sound and fury not as purely as the Bard's
But existential angst is soarin' as Kierkegaard's
Used to feel I had a trail, now I
How can I wrestle God if He doesn't back?

Feel like a stranger in a strange
Twenty-something and depressed, guess it isn't what I had
Can't stand all the brands and the
While the is a no-go—no, the truth
Doesn't sell, not too
me why I'm fetching books from the self-help section of hell

(And every like a death knell)