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 give a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your head in with a hickory

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

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

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

Then he stopped in his and he said, "Hey goat
Would you like to with me?
got a house with a pick-up truck
In a across the sea"

I said, "Sure, why not, got no family
You seem 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 goat, he exclaimed
never seen this in her life, I felt so special

Well, I couldn't believe it
After all years I finally had a friend
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, short
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 a pint of Old Granddad
And me like a side of beef

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

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

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

But you know there was a night that I did get off the
the old man was passed out drunk
Three neighborhood 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 having fun
I said, "Fucking crank rock 'n' roll"
The at the show were beautiful
As danced sexily on the soft grass
One of them even petted my fur, me in the goat-ass

Then long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the pit
passed me around and treated me nice
Till I nervously sprayed them shit
Then the music stopped and was quite
And all the 'n' rollers started a fucking goat-riot

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

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

The long hairs ran 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 leave again break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

Thank you old man, for my life
Thank you again and
You could have let them me
But you like a friend

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

That I served a concussion
Deep inside my brain
I cannot feel my tail bone
And I'll probably never walk again, yeah

I you'd call me a scapegoat
A punching bag for the old man to
Just his wife left him
For his brother's large cock

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat