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

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

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

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

Then he stopped in his and he said, "Hey goat
Would you like to 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 like a nice guy"
So we went off to
The home of the pie

On the boat, the old man me
I would be a for his wife
A goat, he exclaimed
She'd 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 my hooves
I prayed it never end

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

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

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

Present day, I've on the truck for 51 years
My only friend is the am
Sometimes the neighborhood children by
But it's always 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 sometimes my go on too long
So they leave and giggle I need a

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

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

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

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

They me under 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 that 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 the sacred law"
No, please, sorry,
I'll let it go this time, but if you leave again I'll break fucking jaw
Super, great,

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

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

night I served a concussion
Deep my goat brain
I still cannot my tail bone
And I'll probably never walk straight again,

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 cock

He have been 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