Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat

ADAM: I am a goat.
I live on the back of a truck.
The Old Man tied me with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I
He give a fuck.
OLD Hey goat!
I'm gonna beat your in with the hickory stick!
Sometimes he uses his fists-a.
He's filled anger and filled with rage,
and me I smell like 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 don't feel for me.
weren't always this bad.
Why I was a young talking goat,
the Old Man was just my dad.

I come from the of Europe.
That's I met the Old Man.
He was in the woods,
I him directions,
He me a tuna can.
he stopped in his tracks and he said,
OLD Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live me?
I got a with a pick-up truck
in a across D.C.-a.
I said, "sure why I got no family. You seem like a nice guy."
So we off to America,
the home of pie.

On the the Old Man told me,
I would be a for his wife.
"A goat," he exclaimed,
"She's never this in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I just believe 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 you for your brother
he fucks me better.
His filled with tears of sadness.
His heart was filled grief.
To suit he drank a pint of Old Grandad,
and me like a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me back to the of Europe!"
He shook his head and said,
OLD Nope!
No one will ever leave me again,
to sure,
put on the 3 ft. rope-a.
Present-day I've on the truck for 51 years.
My only is the A.M. radio.
the neighborhood children stop by,
but it's always rocks and beer bottles they throw.
At first excited to see a talking goat,
they gather to hear what I have to say.
But I guess sometimes my go on too long,
so leave and giggle,
I a bidet.
But you know there was a
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 first I'd been off the truck,
the made me lose control.
The lead asked if we were having fun,
I said, "fucking that rock and roll-a!"
The women at the show beautiful,
as they sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even my fur.
Fuck me in the ass!
Then some long-haired grabbed me by the horns
and me in the mosh pit-a.
They passed me around and me nice
til I nervously them with shit-a.
the music stopped.
And was quiet.
And all the and rollers started a
fucking riot.
ROCK AND ROLLERS: the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
ADAM: chased me under the bleachers.
They me onto the street-a.
They chased me an alley and said I was dead fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
that I'd never I'd see.
The Old Man swinging his stick,
but he wasn't at me.
OLD Fuck you pot smoking turkeys!
you press your luck!
ADAM: The 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,
break your fucking jaw."
Super!
Great!
Okay!
Thank you Old Man for my life.
Thank you and again.
You could have let them 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 bottle of alchohol,
and the fucking shit out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! hurting me Old Man.

That I suffered a concussion,
inside my goat brain.
I cannot feel my tailbone.
And I'll probably will never straight again.
I guess you'd me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just his wife left him,
for his brother's large cock.
He could've my buddy.
But he's a crazy old fuck.
And once I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the back of the truck.
Good Old Man!
OLD Yeah, good night goat!