Luyện nghe bài hát Rat's Ass/Customs

Standin' on the side of the road with a shadow and suitcases,
nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man.
Hold my own hand, my own ass for cryin',
I'm dyin' on the inside, don't know who I am.
Filthy, fraught, and haunted by a conscience,
away, and all because of silly nonsense.
Gone - God knows when,
and I aint comin' back knowin' that, no one gives a ass anyway.

I wanna find a place where I can sit in a rocking chair,
no matter how far, if it means walking there.
I'll get me a dog for some company,
it's better than to figure out somebody.
me a good book, a radio, and a sewing machine,
a place in the woods by the and no inbetween.
I gotta get rid of dark circles and headaches,
Maybe if I meditate, rather medicate.
I can no hesitate, I get so frantic,
but what if my are overly romantic.
Though, the suns too low in the sky for guesses I reken
and I'm to taking chances.
Breakin' a few branches, and gettin' now and then,
findin' some trouble, was just a of how and when.
And now I take notes, and boats from Burch bark
but stress still in my face like a birthmark.
As soon as I get where I'm going I'm going to my hands thoroughly
and start out of bed earlier.
it's curious the way tried vicariously,
to fly so low to the and so carelessly.
How embarassing, I can't wait to it quits,
knowing that more and more is all it gets.
applied various and unique strategies,
Read a few Greek tragedies and for two weeks.
rollin' around
in the in the ground
no surprise both my
are swollen shut, I'm with no supplies.

I a lift...

What I done?