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 with a rope
Am I happy he don't give a
Hey goat, I'm gonna your head in with a hickory stick

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

But don't 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
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 live me?
I've got a house a pick-up truck
In a across the sea"

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

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

Well, I just believe it
After all these years I had a friend
He trimmed my beard, he scraped my
I it would never end

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then 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 rock 'n' rollers started a fucking

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

They chased me 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 swinging his stick
But he swinging at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking turkeys don't you your luck"

The long hairs ran away 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 my life
Thank you again and
You could let them barbecue 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 drank a bottle of alcohol
And beat the shit out of my head
Ow, ow, you're me old man

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

I guess you'd me a scapegoat
A punching bag for the old man to
Just his wife left him
For his abnormally large cock

He could have my buddy
But instead a crazy old fuck
And once again, I go to sleep in my home
The back of the truck

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goodnight