Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a simple goat, I live on the 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 with a hickory

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

But don't feel for me
Things always this bad
Why, when I was a young goat
The old man was like 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 in his tracks and he said, "Hey goat
you like to live with me?
I've got a house with a truck
In a across the sea"

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

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

Well, I just believe it
all these years I finally had a friend
He my beard, he scraped my hooves
I prayed it would 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 of sadness
His heart was filled with
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 shook his head and said, "Nope"
No one will leave me again
To sure, put on this 3-foot fucking rope

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

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

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

It was the first time I got off the truck the music 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 they danced sexily on the soft
One of them even petted my fur, me in the goat-ass

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

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

They me under the bleachers
chased 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 don't you press your luck"

The long hairs ran screaming as I scrambled onto the truck
When we got home, the old man said, "Goat, you the sacred 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
Thank you and again
You could have let barbecue me
But you like a friend

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

That night I a concussion
inside my goat brain
I still cannot feel my 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 large cock

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goodnight