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 give a fuck.
OLD Hey goat!
I'm gonna beat your head in the hickory stick!
ADAM: he uses his fists-a.
He's with anger and filled 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 feel for me.
weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a talking goat,
the Old Man was like my dad.

I from 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 in his tracks and he said,
OLD Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to with 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 like a 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 seen in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I couldn't believe it,
after all 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 said : I'm leaving you for 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 beat me like a of beef.
I screamed, "send me back to the 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 always and beer bottles that they throw.
At first excited to see a talking goat,
they gather to hear what I have to say.
But I guess 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 took me to a rock and roll concert.
The kind of
Old funk.

It was the time I'd been off the truck,
the made me lose control.
The singer asked if we were having fun,
I said, "fucking that rock and roll-a!"
The women at the were beautiful,
as they sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even my fur.
Fuck me in the ass!
Then long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
and me in the mosh pit-a.
passed me around and treated me nice
til I sprayed them with shit-a.
the music 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.
chased me onto the street-a.
They chased me into an alley and said I was fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
I'd never thought 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 long-hairs ran away
as I scrambled the truck-a.
we got home the Old Man said, "goat you broke 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.
you again and again.
You could 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 night I a concussion,
Deep inside my brain.
I still cannot my tailbone.
And I'll will never walk straight again.
I you'd call me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just because his wife him,
for his abnormaly large cock.
He been my buddy.
But instead a crazy old fuck.
And again I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the of the pick-up truck.
night Old Man!
OLD Yeah, good night goat!