Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of the Rich Young Ruler

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

(And every bell's like a knell)

Unfit for the world
Everybody selling something, got to sell to get the girl
at me, look at me, here's my C.V.
Are you a Mac or a PC?
So it easy on the Francis of Assisi
Don't really see the point if it please me

Listless at
What if I don't merry? Bit scary to think
I can't evolve I can't solve the missing link
Spilling ink like I'm on the and sink
Where's God? Are my so flawed that the Word's unheard?
Nah, He doesn't even

Misty the issues calling for tissues
Refugees, mass shootings, and the planet that we
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 care what you share about the darkness out there if you're blind to the demons within you

Confessions of a twenty-something who's depressed
Took my restless heart to God—where's my
trying to be honest like the Psalmist
I'm not the guy, I'm not the calmest
joy, but I'm sadder
You can call me Jacob's ladder 'cause I'm up and down, smile and
Pound for pound, no match for Old Scratch when unbound

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

Excuse my muse losing
Eternal of the plotless whine—hope you don't mind
My sound and fury not as purely stirring as the
But existential angst is soarin' high as
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 I had planned
Can't stand all the and the logos
the Logos is a no-go—no, the truth
Doesn't sell, not too
Tell me why I'm fetching books from the self-help of hell

(And bell's like a death knell)