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 here a 3 ft. rope.
Am I
He don't a fuck.
OLD Hey goat!
I'm gonna your head in with the hickory stick!
ADAM: he uses his fists-a.
He's filled with anger and with rage,
and me I smell like piss-a.
His drink, Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
After that, alchohols.
That's the beatings 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 like my dad.

I come the hills of Europe.
where 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: you like to live with me?
I got a with a pick-up truck
in a place 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 be a present for his wife.
"A goat," he exclaimed,
"She's never seen in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I just couldn't 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 : I'm leaving you for your brother
he fucks me better.
His filled with tears of sadness.
His heart was filled grief.
To himself he drank a pint of Old Grandad,
and me like a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me to the hills 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 friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children by,
but it's always rocks and beer that they throw.
At first excited to see a talking goat,
they gather 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 there 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 first time I'd off the truck,
the music me lose control.
The lead singer if we were having fun,
I said, "fucking crank rock and roll-a!"
The women at the show beautiful,
as they danced sexily on the 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 me around and treated me nice
til I nervously sprayed them shit-a.
the music stopped.
And was quiet.
And all the rock and started a
fucking riot.
AND ROLLERS: Kill the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
ADAM: They me under the bleachers.
chased me onto the street-a.
They chased me an alley and said I was dead fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
I'd never 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 scrambled 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 could have let them me,
but you acted a friend.
"I'm not friend.
I even like you.
I'm not drunk," he said.
To his point,
he drank a of grain alchohol,
and beat the shit out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! hurting me Old Man.

That I suffered a concussion,
Deep inside my brain.
I still feel my tailbone.
And I'll probably never walk straight again.
I guess call me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just his wife left him,
for his brother's abnormaly cock.
He been my buddy.
But instead he's a old fuck.
And again I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the of the pick-up truck.
Good Old Man!
OLD Yeah, good night goat!