Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat

ADAM: I am a goat.
I live on the of a pick-up 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 head in the hickory stick!
ADAM: 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.
That's when the get so severe,
I sleep,
I he falls.
But don't sorry for me.
Things weren't this bad.
Why when I was a talking 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 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 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 of apple 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 couldn't believe it,
all these years,
I had a friend.
He my beard,
he my hooves,
I prayed it would end.

But we got to his house,
was no wife.
Only a short, letter.
It : I'm leaving you for your brother
he fucks me better.
His eyes with tears of sadness.
His heart was with grief.
To suit himself he drank a of Old Grandad,
and beat me a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me back to the of Europe!"
He just his head and said,
OLD Nope!
No one will ever 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.
Sometimes the neighborhood children by,
but it's rocks and beer bottles that they throw.
At first they're to see a talking goat,
gather 'round 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 there was a night
I did get off the truck,
when the Old Man was out drunk.
Three kids took me to a rock and roll concert.
The of music?
Old funk.

It was the time I'd been off the truck,
the made me lose control.
The lead singer 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 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 sprayed them with shit-a.
Then the stopped.
And was quiet.
And all the rock and started a
goat riot.
ROCK AND Kill the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
ADAM: chased me under the bleachers.
They me onto the street-a.
They chased me into an alley and said I was fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
that I'd never I'd see.
The Old Man his hickory stick,
but he swinging at me.
OLD MAN: Fuck you pot turkeys!
Don't you press luck!
ADAM: The long-hairs ran screaming
as I onto the truck-a.
When we got home the Old Man said, "goat you broke the 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.
you again and again.
You could have let them me,
but you acted 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 the fucking shit out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! You're me Old Man.

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