Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a simple goat, I live on the of a pick-up 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 head in with a hickory

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

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

I from the hills of Europe
where I met the old man
He was in the woods, I gave him directions
He me a tuna can

Then he stopped in his tracks and he said, "Hey
Would you to live with me?
got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place the sea"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At they're excited to see a talking goat
They gather around to hear what I to say
But I guess 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 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 me lose control
The lead asked if we were having fun
I said, "Fucking crank rock 'n' roll"
The women at the show were
As they danced sexily on the soft
One of them even petted my fur, fuck me in the

Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the
And me in the mosh pit
They passed me around and treated me
Till I nervously sprayed with shit
Then the stopped and everything was quite
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
chased me into an alley
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 wasn't at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking turkeys you press your luck"

The hairs ran away screaming as I scrambled onto the truck
When we got home, the old man said, "Goat, you broke the law"
No, please, sorry,
let it go this time, but if you leave again I'll break 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 like a

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

That night I a concussion
Deep inside my brain
I still cannot feel my bone
And I'll never walk straight again, yeah

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

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goodnight