Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat

ADAM: I am a goat.
I live on the of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I
He give a fuck.
OLD Hey goat!
I'm gonna your head in with the hickory stick!
ADAM: Sometimes he his fists-a.
He's filled anger and filled with rage,
and tells me I smell piss-a.
His drink, Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
that, various alchohols.
That's when the get so severe,
I sleep,
I he falls.
But don't feel for me.
Things always this bad.
Why when I was a young goat,
the Old Man was just my dad.

I from the hills of Europe.
That's I met the Old Man.
He was in the woods,
I him directions,
He me a tuna can.
he stopped in his tracks and he said,
OLD Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live me?
I got a house a pick-up truck
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 the Old Man told me,
I be a present for his wife.
"A goat," he exclaimed,
"She's seen this in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I couldn't believe it,
all these years,
I had a friend.
He my beard,
he my hooves,
I it would never 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 filled with tears of sadness.
His heart was with grief.
To suit himself he drank a of Old Grandad,
and beat me a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me back to the of Europe!"
He just his head and said,
OLD Nope!
ADAM: No one ever leave me again,
to sure,
put on the 3 ft. rope-a.
Present-day 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 bottles that they throw.
At first excited to see a talking goat,
they gather 'round to hear I have to say.
But I sometimes my stories go on too long,
so they and giggle,
I a bidet.
But you there was a night
I did get off the truck,
when the Old Man was out drunk.
Three neighborhood kids took me to a rock and concert.
The of music?
Old funk.

It was the first time I'd off the truck,
the made me lose control.
The lead singer asked if we having fun,
I said, "fucking crank rock and roll-a!"
The at the show were beautiful,
as they danced on the soft grass.
One of them petted my fur.
me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys me by the horns
and me in the mosh pit-a.
They me around and treated 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: They chased me 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,
that I'd never I'd see.
The Old Man swinging his stick,
but he swinging at me.
OLD Fuck you pot smoking turkeys!
you press your luck!
ADAM: The ran away screaming
as I scrambled the truck-a.
When we got home the Old Man said, "goat you 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 let them barbeque me,
but you acted a friend.
"I'm not friend.
I don't even you.
I'm not drunk," he said.
To his point,
he drank a bottle of alchohol,
and beat the shit out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! hurting me Old Man.

That I suffered a concussion,
Deep my goat brain.
I still cannot my tailbone.
And I'll probably never walk straight again.
I you'd call me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just his wife left him,
for his brother's abnormaly cock.
He been my buddy.
But instead a crazy old fuck.
And again I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the of the pick-up truck.
Good Old Man!
OLD Yeah, good night goat!