Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a goat, I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The old man tied me with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna your head in with a hickory stick

he uses his fists
He's filled with anger, and filled with
And tells me I like piss
His drink, Bean, his chaser, a bear
After that, alcohols
That's when the beatings get so
Asleep I pray he

But don't feel for me
Things always this bad
Why, when I was a talking goat
The old man was just my dad

I from the hills of Europe
where I met the old man
He was lost in the woods, I him directions
He gave me a can

Then he stopped in his tracks and he said, "Hey
you like to live with me?
I've got a house a pick-up truck
In a place the sea"

I said, "Sure, why not, got no family
You seem a nice guy"
So we off to America
The home of the pie

On the boat, the old man me
I would be a present for his
A goat, he exclaimed
She'd never seen in her life, I felt so special

Well, I just couldn't it
After all years I finally had a friend
He my beard, he scraped my hooves
I prayed it never end

But when we got to his house, there was no
a short, short letter
It said, "I'm leaving you for brother
Because he me better"

His eyes with tears of sadness
His heart was with grief
To soothe he drank a pint of Old Granddad
And beat me like a of beef

I screamed, "Send me to the hills of Europe"
He shook his head and said, "Nope"
No one will ever leave me
To sure, put on this 3-foot fucking rope

Present day, I've been on the for 51 years
My only is the am radio
Sometimes the children stop by
But it's always rocks and beer bottles throw

At first they're to see a talking goat
They gather around to hear what I to say
But I guess my stories go on too long
So they leave and giggle I a bidet

But you there was a night that I did get off the truck
When the old man was out drunk
Three kids took me to a rock 'n' roll concert
The kind of music, old-school

It was the first time I got off the truck the music made me control
The lead singer if we were having fun
I said, "Fucking crank that 'n' roll"
The at the show were beautiful
As they danced on the soft grass
One of even petted my fur, fuck me in the goat-ass

Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the
And me in the mosh pit
They me around and treated me nice
Till I sprayed them with shit
Then the music stopped and was quite
And all the rock 'n' rollers a fucking goat-riot

the goat, kill the goat
Kill the goat, kill the

They chased me under the
They chased me onto the
They chased me into an
And said, "I was a fucking goat meat"

But then I saw a sight I never thought I'd see
The old man swinging his stick
But he wasn't at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking turkeys don't you press luck"

The hairs ran away screaming as I scrambled onto the truck
we got home, the old man said, "Goat, you broke the sacred law"
No, please, sorry,
I'll let it go this time, but if you leave again I'll your fucking jaw
Super, great,

you old man, for saving my life
Thank you and again
You have let them barbecue me
But you acted a friend

"I'm not your friend, I don't even you I'm just not drunk," he said
To prove his point, he drank a bottle of grain
And beat the fucking shit out of my
Ow, ow, you're me old man

That I served a concussion
Deep inside my goat
I cannot feel my tail bone
And probably never walk straight again, yeah

I guess call me a scapegoat
A bag for the old man to mock
Just because his wife him
For his brother's abnormally cock

He could been my buddy
But he's a crazy old fuck
And once again, I go to sleep in my eternal
The back of the truck

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goodnight