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 beat head in with the hickory stick!
ADAM: Sometimes he 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 the beatings get so severe,
I sleep,
I he falls.
But feel sorry for me.
Things always this bad.
Why I was a young talking goat,
the Old Man was just my dad.

I come the hills of Europe.
That's I met the Old Man.
He was in the woods,
I him directions,
He gave me a can.
he stopped in his tracks 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 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 be a present for his wife.
"A goat," he exclaimed,
"She's seen this 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 it would 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 with grief.
To suit himself he drank a of Old Grandad,
and beat me a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me to the hills of Europe!"
He just his head and said,
OLD Nope!
ADAM: No one 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 children stop by,
but it's always rocks and bottles 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 took me to a and roll concert.
The kind of
Old funk.

It was the time I'd been off the truck,
the music me lose control.
The lead singer asked if we were fun,
I said, "fucking crank that and roll-a!"
The women at the were beautiful,
as they danced on the soft grass.
One of them even my fur.
Fuck me in the ass!
some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
and threw me in the pit-a.
passed me around and treated me nice
til I nervously sprayed with 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 chased me the street-a.
chased me into 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 swinging his stick,
but he swinging at me.
OLD MAN: Fuck you pot turkeys!
Don't you your luck!
ADAM: The ran away 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,
I'll 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 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 beat the fucking out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! hurting me Old Man.

That night I a concussion,
inside my goat brain.
I still feel my tailbone.
And I'll probably will never walk again.
I guess you'd me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
because his wife left him,
for his brother's abnormaly 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 MAN: Yeah, night goat!