Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a simple goat, I live on the back of a truck
The old man tied me here with a 3-foot
Am I happy he don't give a
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 tells me I smell like
His drink, Jimmy Bean, his chaser, a
After that, various
when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I he falls

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

I come from the of Europe
where I met the old man
He was in the woods, I gave 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 house with a 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 would be a present for his
A talking goat, he
She'd never seen in her life, I felt so special

Well, I couldn't believe it
After all these years I finally had a
He my beard, he scraped my hooves
I prayed it never end

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

His filled with tears of sadness
His heart was filled grief
To himself he drank a pint of Old Granddad
And beat me like a of beef

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

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

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

But you know there was a night I did get off the truck
When the old man was out drunk
Three neighborhood kids took me to a 'n' roll concert
The of music, old-school 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 crank that 'n' roll"
The women at the show were
As they sexily on the soft grass
One of even petted my fur, fuck me in the goat-ass

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

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

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

But I saw a sight that I never thought I'd see
The old man swinging his hickory
But he swinging at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking turkeys don't you 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 again I'll break your jaw
Super, great,

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

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

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

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

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat