Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

I am a simple goat, I live on the of a pick-up truck
The old man me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't a fuck
Hey goat, I'm beat your head in with a hickory stick

Sometimes he his fists
filled with anger, and filled with rage
And tells me I smell piss
His drink, Jimmy Bean, his chaser, a
After that, alcohols
That's the beatings get so severe
I pray he falls

But don't sorry for me
Things always this bad
Why, when I was a 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 gave him directions
He me a tuna can

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

I said, "Sure, why not, got no family
You like a nice guy"
So we off to America
The home of the pie

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

Well, I couldn't believe it
After all these years I finally had a
He trimmed my beard, he scraped my
I it would never end

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

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

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

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

At first they're to see a talking goat
They gather around to hear I have to say
But I guess my stories go on too long
So they leave and giggle I need a

But you know there was a night that I did get off the
When the old man was out drunk
Three neighborhood took me to a rock 'n' roll concert
The of music, old-school funk

It was the first time I got off the truck the 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 they danced sexily on the grass
One of them even petted my fur, me in the goat-ass

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

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

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

But I saw a sight that I never thought I'd see
The old man his hickory stick
But he swinging at me
"Fuck you, turkeys 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 broke the law"
No, please, sorry,
I'll let it go this time, but if you again I'll break your fucking jaw
Super, great,

Thank you old man, for my life
Thank you and again
You could have let barbecue me
But you like a friend

"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 alcohol
And beat the shit out of my head
Ow, ow, hurting me old man

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

I guess call me a scapegoat
A punching bag for the old man to
Just because his left him
For his brother's abnormally large

He could 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, goat