Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a simple goat, I live on the back of a pick-up
The old man tied me here with a rope
Am I happy he give a fuck
Hey goat, I'm beat your head in with a hickory stick

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

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

I from the hills of Europe
where I met the old man
He was lost in the woods, I him directions
He gave me a can

Then he stopped in his tracks and he said, "Hey
Would you like to live me?
I've got a with a pick-up truck
In a place the sea"

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

On the boat, the old man me
I be a present for his wife
A goat, he exclaimed
She'd seen this in her life, I felt so special

Well, I just believe it
After all these I finally had a friend
He my beard, he scraped my hooves
I prayed it would end

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

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

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

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

At first they're excited to see a goat
gather 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 I did get off the truck
When the old man was out drunk
neighborhood kids took me to a rock 'n' roll concert
The kind of music, old-school

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

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

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

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

But then I saw a sight that I thought I'd see
The old man his hickory stick
But he swinging at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking don't you press your luck"

The long ran away screaming as I scrambled onto the truck
we got home, the old man said, "Goat, you broke the sacred law"
No, please, sorry,
I'll let it go this time, but if you leave I'll break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

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

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

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

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

He have been my buddy
But instead he's a old fuck
And once again, I go to in my eternal home
The back of the pick-up

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat