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 here a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your head in a hickory stick

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

But feel sorry for me
Things always this bad
Why, when I was a talking goat
The old man was like my dad

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

Then he in his tracks and he said, "Hey goat
you like to live with me?
I've got a house with a pick-up
In a across 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 talking goat, he
She'd never seen in her life, I felt so special

Well, I couldn't believe it
After all these years I finally had a
He trimmed my beard, he scraped my
I prayed it would end

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

His filled with tears of sadness
His was filled 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 just his head and said, "Nope"
No one will ever me again
To make sure, put on 3-foot fucking rope

Present day, I've been on the truck for 51
My only friend is the am
the neighborhood children stop by
But it's always rocks and beer they throw

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

But you know there was a that I did get off the truck
the old man was passed out drunk
Three neighborhood kids me to a rock 'n' roll concert
The of music, old-school funk

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

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

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

They chased me the bleachers
They me onto the street
They me into an alley
And said, "I was a dead 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 you press your luck"

The long ran away screaming as I scrambled onto the truck
When we got home, the old man said, "Goat, you broke the 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 my life
you again and again
You could let them barbecue me
But you acted like a

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

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

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

He could have been my
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, goat