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

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

But don't sorry for me
Things weren't this bad
Why, when I was a young talking
The old man was just my dad

I come the hills 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?
I've got a house with a pick-up
In a across 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
She'd never this in her life, I felt so special

Well, I just believe it
After all years I finally had a friend
He my beard, he scraped my hooves
I prayed it would end

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

His eyes with tears of sadness
His heart was filled with
To soothe himself he drank a of Old Granddad
And beat me like a side of

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

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

At they're excited to see a talking goat
They gather around to hear I have to say
But I sometimes my stories 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
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 lose
The singer asked if we were having fun
I said, "Fucking crank that 'n' roll"
The at the show were beautiful
As they danced on the soft grass
One of them even my fur, fuck me in the goat-ass

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

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

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

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

The long hairs ran away screaming as I scrambled the truck
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 leave again break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

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

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

That night I served a
Deep my goat brain
I still cannot feel my bone
And I'll probably never walk again, yeah

I you'd call me a scapegoat
A bag for the old man to mock
because his wife left him
For his brother's large cock

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goodnight