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 with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I
He don't a fuck.
OLD Hey goat!
I'm gonna beat head in with the hickory stick!
ADAM: he uses 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 sorry for me.
weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young goat,
the Old Man was just my dad.

I come the hills of Europe.
That's I met the Old Man.
He was in the woods,
I him directions,
He gave me a can.
Then he in his tracks and he said,
OLD Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to with me?
I got a house a pick-up truck
in a across D.C.-a.
I said, "sure why not? I got no family. You 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 this in her life!"
I so special.
Well, I just couldn't 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 you for your brother
he fucks me better.
His eyes filled with of sadness.
His heart was with grief.
To suit he drank a pint of Old Grandad,
and beat me like a 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.
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood stop by,
but it's always rocks and beer bottles that throw.
At they're excited to see a talking goat,
they gather to hear what I have to say.
But I guess 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 took me to a rock and roll concert.
The kind of
Old funk.

It was the first time I'd off the truck,
the made me lose control.
The lead singer if we were having fun,
I said, "fucking crank rock and roll-a!"
The women at the were beautiful,
as they danced sexily on the grass.
One of them petted my fur.
me in the goat ass!
Then long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
and me in the mosh pit-a.
They me around and treated me nice
til I sprayed them with shit-a.
Then the 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 chased me the street-a.
They chased me into an and said I was dead fucking goat meat-a.
But I saw a sight,
that I'd thought I'd see.
The Old Man his hickory stick,
but he swinging at me.
OLD MAN: 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,
I'll break your jaw."
Super!
Great!
Okay!
Thank you Old Man for my life.
you again 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 bottle of alchohol,
and beat the fucking out of my head.
Ow! Ow! Ow! You're me Old Man.

That night I a concussion,
Deep inside my brain.
I still feel my tailbone.
And I'll probably will never walk again.
I guess you'd me,
goat.
A bag for the Old Man to mock.
Just because his wife him,
for his brother's abnormaly cock.
He been my buddy.
But instead a crazy old fuck.
And once I go to sleep,
in my home.......
the of the pick-up truck.
night Old Man!
OLD MAN: Yeah, good goat!