Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of the Rich Young Ruler

Feel like a stranger in a land
and depressed, guess it isn't what I had planned
Can't all the brands and the logos
While the Logos is a no-go—no, the
Doesn't sell, not too
Tell me why I'm books from the self-help section of hell

(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 easy on the of Assisi
really see the point if it don't please me

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

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

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

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

my muse losing storylines
Eternal of the plotless whine—hope you don't mind
My sound and fury not as stirring as the Bard's
But existential is soarin' high as Kierkegaard's
to feel I had a trail, now I bushwhack
How can I wrestle God if He doesn't push

Feel a stranger in a strange land
and depressed, guess it isn't what I had planned
Can't all the brands and the logos
While the Logos is a no-go—no, the
sell, not too well
Tell me why I'm fetching books from the section of hell

(And every bell's like a knell)