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 he don't give a fuck
Hey goat, I'm gonna beat head in with a hickory stick

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

But don't feel for me
Things weren't always 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 lost in the woods, I gave him
He gave me a can

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

I said, "Sure, why not, I've got no
You seem like a 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 goat, he exclaimed
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 it would never end

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

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

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

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

At first they're to see a talking goat
gather around to hear what I have to say
But I guess sometimes my stories go on too
So they leave and 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 kind of music, old-school

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

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

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

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

But then I saw a sight that I thought I'd see
The old man his hickory stick
But he swinging at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking don't you press your luck"

The long hairs ran 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 break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

Thank you old man, for my life
Thank you again and
You could let them 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 drank a of grain alcohol
And beat the shit out of my head
Ow, ow, you're me old man

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

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

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat