Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

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

Sometimes he uses his
filled with anger, and filled with rage
And tells me I smell piss
His drink, Bean, his chaser, a bear
After that, alcohols
when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I he falls

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

I come the hills of Europe
where 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
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, I've got no
You seem like a 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 goat, he exclaimed
She'd never seen in her life, I felt so special

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

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

His eyes filled with tears of
His heart was with grief
To soothe himself he drank a pint of Old
And beat me a side of beef

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

Present day, been on the truck for 51 years
My friend is the am radio
Sometimes the neighborhood stop by
But it's always rocks and beer they throw

At first excited to see a talking goat
gather around to hear what I have 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 passed out
Three neighborhood kids took me to a 'n' roll concert
The kind of music, old-school

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

Then some long-haired grabbed me by the horns
And me in the mosh pit
passed me around and treated me nice
Till I sprayed them with shit
Then the music stopped and everything was
And all the rock 'n' rollers started a fucking

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

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

But then I saw a sight that I never I'd see
The old man his hickory stick
But he swinging at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking turkeys don't you press 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 again I'll break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

Thank you old man, for saving my
Thank you and again
You could have let barbecue me
But you acted like a

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

That I served a concussion
inside my goat brain
I still feel my tail bone
And I'll probably never walk again, yeah

I guess call me a scapegoat
A punching bag for the old man to
because his wife left him
For his abnormally large cock

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goodnight