Luyện nghe bài hát Rat's Ass/Customs

Standin' on the side of the with a long shadow and suitcases,
going nowhere, and I care, I'm a grown man.
my own hand, kickin' my own ass for cryin',
I'm on the inside, they 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' knowin' that, no one gives a rat's ass anyway.

I wanna find a place where I can sit in a rocking chair,
no matter how far, even if it walking there.
Maybe get me a dog for some company,
it's better tryin' to figure out somebody.
Give me a good book, a radio, and a machine,
a place in the by the ocean and no inbetween.
I gotta get rid of dark circles and headaches,
Maybe if I meditate, than medicate.
I can no hesitate, I get so frantic,
but if my wishes are overly romantic.
Though, the suns too low in the sky for guesses I reken
and I'm used to chances.
Breakin' a few branches, and lucky now and then,
findin' some trouble, was just a of how and when.
And now I take notes, and make from Burch bark
but stress still shows in my like a birthmark.
As soon as I get where I'm I'm going to wash my hands thoroughly
and getting out of bed earlier.
it's the way I've tried vicariously,
to fly so low to the and so carelessly.
How embarassing, I can't to call it quits,
knowing more and more tiring is all it gets.
I've applied and unique strategies,
Read a few Greek and fasted for two weeks.
Been rollin'
in the in the ground
no both my eyes
are shut, I'm stranded with no supplies.

I a lift...

What I done?