Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of the Rich Young Ruler

Feel like a stranger in a land
Twenty-something and depressed, guess it isn't 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 fetching from the self-help section of hell

(And every like a death knell)

Unfit for the world
Everybody selling something, got to sell yourself to get the
Look at me, at me, here's my C.V.
Are you a Mac or a PC?
So it easy on the Francis of Assisi
Don't 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 solve the link
Spilling ink like I'm on the brink—jump and
Where's God? Are my ears so flawed that the unheard?
Nah, He doesn't wink

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

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

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

Excuse my losing storylines
Eternal of the plotless whine—hope you don't mind
My sound and fury not as purely stirring as the
But angst is soarin' high 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 in a strange land
Twenty-something and depressed, it isn't what I had planned
Can't stand all the brands and the
While the is a no-go—no, the truth
sell, not too well
Tell me why I'm fetching books the self-help section of hell

(And every like a death knell)