Luyện nghe bài hát Confessions of the Rich Young Ruler

Feel like a stranger in a strange
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 self-help of hell

(And bell's like a death knell)

for the modern world
Everybody selling something, got to sell to get the girl
Look at me, look at me, 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

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

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

Confessions of a twenty-something who's depressed
Took my restless to God—where's 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 ladder 'cause I'm up and down, smile and frown
Pound for pound, no match for Old Scratch when unbound

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

Excuse my muse storylines
Eternal of the plotless whine—hope you don't mind
My sound and fury not as stirring as the Bard's
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 push

Feel like a in a strange land
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 like a death knell)