Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat

ADAM: I am a goat.
I on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I
He don't a fuck.
OLD Hey goat!
I'm gonna beat your head in the hickory stick!
ADAM: he uses his fists-a.
He's filled with and filled with rage,
and tells me I smell piss-a.
His drink, Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
that, various alchohols.
That's when the get so severe,
I sleep,
I he falls.
But feel sorry for me.
Things weren't this bad.
Why when I was a young goat,
the Old Man was like my dad.

I come from the of Europe.
That's I met the Old Man.
He was in the woods,
I him directions,
He gave me a can.
he stopped in his tracks and he said,
OLD Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to with me?
I got a house with a pick-up
in a place D.C.-a.
I said, "sure why not? I got no family. You seem a nice guy."
So we off to America,
the of apple pie.

On the the Old Man told me,
I be a present for his wife.
"A goat," he exclaimed,
"She's never this in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I just couldn't it,
after all years,
I had a friend.
He my beard,
he my hooves,
I it would never end.

But we got to his house,
was no wife.
Only a short, letter.
It said : I'm leaving you for your
because he me better.
His eyes filled with of sadness.
His heart was with grief.
To himself he drank a pint of Old Grandad,
and beat me a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me to the hills of Europe!"
He just shook his and said,
OLD Nope!
ADAM: No one ever leave me again,
to sure,
put on the 3 ft. rope-a.
Present-day I've on the truck for 51 years.
My friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood stop by,
but it's rocks and beer bottles that they throw.
At first they're excited to see a goat,
they gather to hear what I have to say.
But I guess my stories go on too long,
so leave and giggle,
I a bidet.
But you know was a night
I did get off the truck,
when the Old Man was out drunk.
Three neighborhood kids took me to a rock and concert.
The of music?
Old funk.

It was the time I'd been off the truck,
the music me lose control.
The lead asked if we were having fun,
I said, "fucking that rock and roll-a!"
The at the show were beautiful,
as they sexily on the soft grass.
One of even petted my fur.
me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired grabbed me by the horns
and me in the mosh pit-a.
They passed me around and treated me
til I sprayed them with shit-a.
Then the stopped.
And was quiet.
And all the rock and started a
goat riot.
ROCK AND ROLLERS: the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
ADAM: They chased me the bleachers.
They chased me the street-a.
They me into an alley and said I was dead fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
that I'd thought I'd see.
The Old Man his hickory stick,
but he wasn't at me.
OLD Fuck you pot smoking turkeys!
Don't you press luck!
The long-hairs ran away screaming
as I onto the truck-a.
When we got home the Old Man said, "goat you the sacred law."
No!
Please!
Sorry!
Shit!
"I'll let it go time,
but if you again,
I'll break your jaw."
Super!
Great!
Okay!
Thank you Old Man for my life.
Thank you and again.
You have let them barbeque me,
but you like a friend.
"I'm not friend.
I don't even you.
I'm not drunk," he said.
To his point,
he drank a of grain alchohol,
and beat the fucking out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! You're me Old Man.

That I suffered a concussion,
Deep my goat brain.
I still feel my tailbone.
And I'll will never walk straight again.
I guess you'd me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just because his wife him,
for his brother's large cock.
He could've my buddy.
But instead he's a old fuck.
And again I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the of the pick-up truck.
night Old Man!
OLD MAN: Yeah, night goat!