Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat

ADAM: I am a goat.
I on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here a 3 ft. rope.
Am I
He don't a fuck.
OLD Hey goat!
I'm gonna your head in with the hickory stick!
ADAM: he uses his fists-a.
filled with anger and filled with rage,
and me I smell like piss-a.
His drink, Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
After that, alchohols.
That's when the get so severe,
I sleep,
I he falls.
But feel sorry for me.
weren't always this 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 in the woods,
I him directions,
He gave me a can.
he stopped in his tracks and he said,
OLD Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live me?
I got a house with a pick-up
in a across D.C.-a.
I said, "sure why I got no family. You seem like a nice guy."
So we off to America,
the of apple pie.

On the boat the Old Man me,
I would be a for his wife.
"A goat," he exclaimed,
"She's never seen in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I just believe it,
after all years,
I had a friend.
He my beard,
he my hooves,
I prayed it would end.

But we got to his house,
was no wife.
Only a 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 Grandad,
and me like a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me to the hills of Europe!"
He shook his head and said,
OLD Nope!
ADAM: No one will ever me again,
to sure,
put on the 3 ft. rope-a.
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My friend is the A.M. radio.
the neighborhood children stop by,
but it's always rocks and beer bottles they throw.
At first they're excited to see a goat,
gather 'round to hear what I have to say.
But I sometimes my stories go on too long,
so leave and giggle,
I a bidet.
But you know there was a
I did get off the truck,
when the Old Man was out drunk.
Three kids took me to a rock and roll concert.
The of music?
Old funk.

It was the first I'd been off the truck,
the music made me control.
The lead singer asked if we were fun,
I said, "fucking crank that and roll-a!"
The women at the were beautiful,
as they danced on the soft grass.
One of them even my fur.
me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the
and threw me in the pit-a.
They passed me around and me nice
til I nervously sprayed with shit-a.
the music stopped.
And was quiet.
And all the rock and started a
fucking riot.
AND ROLLERS: Kill the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
the goat!
ADAM: chased me under the bleachers.
They me onto the street-a.
They chased me into an alley and said I was fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
I'd never thought I'd see.
The Old Man swinging his stick,
but he swinging at me.
OLD MAN: you pot smoking turkeys!
Don't you your luck!
ADAM: The long-hairs ran screaming
as I scrambled the truck-a.
When we got the Old Man said, "goat you broke the sacred law."
No!
Please!
Sorry!
Shit!
"I'll let it go time,
but if you again,
break your fucking jaw."
Super!
Great!
Okay!
Thank you Old Man for my life.
Thank you and again.
You could have let them me,
but you like a friend.
"I'm not friend.
I don't even you.
I'm not drunk," he said.
To his point,
he drank a of grain alchohol,
and the fucking shit out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! You're me Old Man.

That I suffered a concussion,
Deep inside my brain.
I cannot feel my tailbone.
And I'll probably will never straight again.
I guess you'd me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just because his left him,
for his brother's large cock.
He been my buddy.
But he's a crazy old fuck.
And again I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the back of the truck.
Good Old Man!
OLD MAN: Yeah, good goat!