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 here with a rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your head in a hickory stick

Sometimes he uses his
He's filled with anger, and with rage
And me I smell like piss
His drink, Bean, his chaser, a bear
After that, various
when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I pray he

But feel sorry for me
Things weren't this bad
Why, when I was a talking goat
The old man was like my dad

I come from the hills of
That's I met the old man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
He gave me a can

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

I said, "Sure, why not, I've got no
You like a nice guy"
So we went off to
The home of the pie

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

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

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

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

I screamed, "Send me back to the of Europe"
He just shook his and said, "Nope"
No one ever leave me again
To make sure, put on this 3-foot rope

day, I've been on the truck for 51 years
My only friend is the am
Sometimes the neighborhood children by
But always rocks and beer bottles they throw

At first excited to see a talking goat
They gather around to hear I have to say
But I guess my stories go on too long
So they and giggle I need a bidet

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

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

some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the pit
They passed me around and me nice
Till I nervously sprayed them with
Then the stopped and everything was quite
And all the rock 'n' started a fucking goat-riot

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

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

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

The long hairs ran away screaming as I scrambled onto the
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 I'll break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

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

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

That night I a concussion
Deep inside my goat
I still feel my tail bone
And probably never walk straight again, yeah

I guess you'd call me a
A punching bag for the old man to
because his wife left him
For his brother's abnormally cock

He have 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