Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat

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

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

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

But we got to his house,
was no wife.
Only a short, letter.
It said : I'm you for your brother
because he me better.
His filled with tears of sadness.
His heart was with grief.
To suit himself he a pint of Old Grandad,
and me like a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me to the hills of Europe!"
He just shook his and said,
OLD Nope!
ADAM: No one will leave me again,
to sure,
put on the 3 ft. rope-a.
Present-day been on the truck for 51 years.
My only is the A.M. radio.
the neighborhood children stop by,
but it's rocks and beer bottles that they throw.
At first they're excited to see a goat,
they 'round to hear what I have to say.
But I sometimes my stories go on too long,
so they 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 me to a rock and roll concert.
The kind of
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 crank that and roll-a!"
The women at the were beautiful,
as they sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even my fur.
me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys me by the horns
and threw me in the pit-a.
They passed me around and me nice
til I nervously sprayed with shit-a.
the music stopped.
And was quiet.
And all the and rollers started a
fucking riot.
AND ROLLERS: Kill the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
ADAM: They chased me the bleachers.
They me onto the street-a.
They chased me into an alley and I was dead fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
that I'd never I'd see.
The Old Man his hickory stick,
but he wasn't at me.
OLD MAN: you pot smoking turkeys!
you press your luck!
ADAM: The ran away screaming
as I onto the truck-a.
When we got the Old Man said, "goat you broke the sacred law."
No!
Please!
Sorry!
Shit!
"I'll let it go time,
but if you again,
I'll your fucking jaw."
Super!
Great!
Okay!
Thank you Old Man for my life.
Thank you and again.
You could have let barbeque me,
but you like a friend.
"I'm not friend.
I don't like you.
I'm not drunk," he said.
To his point,
he a bottle of grain alchohol,
and the fucking shit out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! You're me Old Man.

That I suffered a concussion,
Deep inside my brain.
I cannot feel my tailbone.
And I'll probably will walk straight again.
I you'd call me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
because his wife left him,
for his abnormaly large cock.
He could've my buddy.
But instead he's a old fuck.
And again I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the back of the truck.
Good Old Man!
OLD Yeah, good night goat!