Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a simple goat, I live on the back of a truck
The old man me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he give a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your in with a hickory stick

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

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

I come from the hills of
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
Would you like to with me?
I've got a house with a pick-up
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 present for his
A talking goat, he
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 never end

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

His eyes filled with tears of
His heart was filled with
To soothe himself he drank a 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 ever me again
To make sure, put on this fucking rope

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

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

But you know there was a night that I did get off the
the old man was passed out drunk
Three neighborhood kids took me to a rock 'n' 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 were fun
I said, "Fucking that 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 grabbed me by the horns
And me in the mosh pit
They passed me and treated me nice
Till I sprayed them with shit
Then the music stopped and everything was
And all the rock 'n' rollers started a fucking

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

They me under the bleachers
They chased me the street
They chased me 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 swinging his hickory
But he wasn't at me
"Fuck you, turkeys don't you press your luck"

The long hairs ran away screaming as I 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 your fucking 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 you I'm just not drunk," he said
To prove his point, he drank a of grain alcohol
And beat the fucking out of my head
Ow, ow, hurting me old man

That night I served a
inside my goat brain
I still feel my tail bone
And I'll probably never walk straight again,

I you'd call me a scapegoat
A punching bag for the old man to
Just because his wife him
For his brother's abnormally cock

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat