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 a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat your in with a hickory stick

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

But don't sorry for me
Things weren't always bad
Why, I was a young talking goat
The old man was like my dad

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

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

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

On the boat, the old man me
I would be a for his wife
A talking goat, he
never seen this 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 my hooves
I prayed it never end

But when we got to his house, was no wife
a short, short letter
It said, "I'm leaving you for brother
Because he 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 shook his head and said, "Nope"
No one will leave me again
To make sure, put on this 3-foot fucking

Present day, I've on the truck for 51 years
My only is the am radio
Sometimes the neighborhood children 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 giggle I a bidet

But you there was a night that I did get off the truck
the old man was passed out drunk
Three neighborhood kids took me to a 'n' roll concert
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 at the show were beautiful
As they danced sexily on the grass
One of even petted my fur, fuck me in the goat-ass

Then some long-haired guys me by the horns
And threw me in the pit
They me around and treated me nice
Till I nervously sprayed them with
Then the music and everything was quite
And all the 'n' rollers started a fucking goat-riot

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

They chased me the bleachers
They chased me onto the
They chased me an alley
And said, "I was a dead fucking 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, turkeys don't you press your luck"

The long hairs ran away screaming as I scrambled onto the
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 again I'll break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

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

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

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

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

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat