Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a simple goat, I live on the back of a truck
The old man me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm beat your head 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
that, various alcohols
That's when the beatings get so
Asleep I pray he

But don't feel for me
weren't always this bad
Why, when I was a young talking
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 me a tuna can

Then he in his tracks and he said, "Hey goat
you like to live with me?
I've got a with a pick-up truck
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 this in her life, I so special

Well, I just believe it
After all these years I finally had a
He trimmed my beard, he my hooves
I prayed it never end

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The long hairs ran away screaming as I 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 leave again I'll your fucking jaw
Super, great,

Thank you old man, for my life
you again and again
You could have let 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 bottle of grain
And the fucking shit out of my head
Ow, ow, hurting me old man

That night I a concussion
inside my goat brain
I cannot feel my tail bone
And I'll probably never walk straight again,

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

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat