Luyện nghe bài hát The Goat Song

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

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

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

I come from the hills of
That's I met the old man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
He me a tuna can

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

I said, "Sure, why not, I've got no
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 present for his
A talking goat, he
She'd seen this in her life, I felt so special

Well, I just believe it
all these years I finally had a friend
He trimmed my beard, he my hooves
I prayed it never end

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

His eyes filled tears of sadness
His heart was filled grief
To soothe himself he drank a 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 leave me
To make sure, put on this 3-foot rope

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

At they're excited to see a talking goat
They around to hear what 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 that I did get off the truck
When the old man was passed out
neighborhood kids took me to a rock 'n' roll concert
The kind of music, old-school

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

Then some long-haired guys me by the horns
And threw me in the pit
passed me around and treated me nice
Till I nervously sprayed with shit
Then the music stopped and was quite
And all the rock 'n' rollers started a fucking

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

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

But I saw a sight that I never thought I'd see
The old man swinging his hickory
But he wasn't at me
"Fuck you, pot-smoking turkeys 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 and again
You have 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 of grain alcohol
And beat the shit out of my head
Ow, ow, you're me old man

That night I a concussion
Deep my goat brain
I still feel my tail bone
And probably never walk straight again, yeah

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

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

Goodnight, old man
Yeah, goat