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 a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your head in with a hickory

he uses 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
Asleep I 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
where I met the old man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
He gave me a can

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

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

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

Well, I just couldn't it
After all these years I had a friend
He trimmed my beard, he scraped my
I prayed it would end

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

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

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

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

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

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 rock 'n' roll
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 rock 'n' roll"
The women at the were beautiful
As they sexily on the soft grass
One of them petted my fur, fuck me in the goat-ass

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

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

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

But then I saw a sight that I 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 ran away 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 I'll break your jaw
Super, great,

Thank you old man, for saving my
you again and again
You have let them barbecue me
But you acted 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 the fucking shit out of my head
Ow, ow, you're me old man

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

I guess you'd call me a
A bag for the old man to mock
because his wife left him
For his brother's abnormally large

He could have been my
But he's 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