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
the Logos is a no-go—no, the truth
Doesn't sell, not too
Tell me why I'm fetching books the self-help section of hell

(And bell's like a death knell)

for the modern 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 take it easy on the Francis of
Don't really see the point if it please me

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

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

Confessions of a blessed twenty-something depressed
Took my restless heart to my rest?
Just trying to be honest like the
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
for pound, no match for Old Scratch when he's unbound

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

Excuse my losing storylines
Eternal sunshine of the whine—hope you don't mind
My sound and fury not as purely stirring as the
But existential angst is soarin' high as
to feel I had a trail, now I bushwhack
How can I God if He doesn't push back?

like a stranger in a strange land
Twenty-something and depressed, it isn't what 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 section of hell

(And every like a death knell)