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 here with a rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat head in with a hickory stick

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

But don't sorry for me
Things always this bad
Why, when I was a young goat
The old man was just 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 with a pick-up truck
In a place the sea"

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

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

Well, I just believe it
After all years I finally had a friend
He trimmed my beard, he 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 brother
Because he me better"

His eyes filled with tears of
His heart was filled grief
To soothe 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 leave me
To make sure, put on this 3-foot fucking

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

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

But you there was a night that 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, old-school

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

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

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

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

But then I saw a that I never thought I'd see
The old man his hickory stick
But he swinging at me
"Fuck you, turkeys 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 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 have let barbecue me
But you acted a friend

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

night I served a concussion
Deep my goat brain
I still feel my tail bone
And I'll probably walk straight again, yeah

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

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goodnight