Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat

ADAM: I am a goat.
I live on the back of a 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: Sometimes he his fists-a.
He's filled with and filled with rage,
and tells me I like piss-a.
His drink, Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
that, various alchohols.
That's the beatings get so severe,
I sleep,
I he falls.
But don't feel for me.
Things always this bad.
Why when I was a young 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 gave me a can.
Then he in his tracks 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 not? I got no family. You seem like a 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 never seen in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I just couldn't it,
after all 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 eyes filled with of sadness.
His heart was with grief.
To suit himself he drank a of Old Grandad,
and me like a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me back to the of Europe!"
He just his head and said,
OLD Nope!
ADAM: No one will 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.
Sometimes the neighborhood children by,
but it's always rocks and beer bottles that throw.
At first they're excited to see a goat,
they gather 'round to hear what I to say.
But I sometimes 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 neighborhood kids 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 crank rock and roll-a!"
The women at the show beautiful,
as danced sexily on the soft grass.
One of even petted my fur.
Fuck me in the ass!
Then some long-haired guys me by the horns
and me in the mosh pit-a.
They passed me around and treated me
til I nervously sprayed them shit-a.
Then the 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: chased me under the bleachers.
They me onto the street-a.
They chased me into an alley and said I was dead fucking 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!
Don't you your luck!
ADAM: The ran away screaming
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,
I'll break your jaw."
Super!
Great!
Okay!
you Old Man for saving my life.
Thank you and again.
You have let them barbeque me,
but you acted a friend.
"I'm not friend.
I even 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! hurting me Old Man.

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