Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a goat, I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The old man tied me with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't give a
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your head in with a stick

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

But feel sorry for me
weren't always this bad
Why, when I was a young goat
The old man was like my dad

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes filled with of sadness
His was filled with grief
To soothe he drank a pint of Old Granddad
And me like a side of beef

I screamed, "Send me back to the of Europe"
He just his head and said, "Nope"
No one will ever leave me
To make sure, put on 3-foot fucking rope

Present day, been on the truck for 51 years
My friend is the am radio
the neighborhood children stop by
But it's always rocks and beer they throw

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

But you know was a night that I did get off the truck
the old man was passed out drunk
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 control
The singer asked if we were having fun
I said, "Fucking that rock 'n' roll"
The women at the show beautiful
As they sexily on the soft grass
One of even petted my fur, fuck me in the goat-ass

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

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

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

But I saw a sight that I never thought I'd see
The old man his hickory 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 break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

you old man, for saving my life
Thank you again and
You could have let barbecue 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 alcohol
And beat the fucking out of my head
Ow, ow, you're me old man

That night I served a
Deep inside my brain
I still cannot feel my tail
And I'll probably walk straight again, yeah

I guess call me a scapegoat
A bag for the old man to mock
Just because his wife 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 sleep in my home
The back of the truck

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat