Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

In the beginning, he was a
Just like any other baby, my son, Foecke

Who would known, in the beginning
Looking at his tiny unprotected
one day he would grow into the large, granitine form
The primordial eye of the elephant through humanity would send
Their anger out, through as many languages as there are
Through the primordial eye of the elephant out into the

A baby, like any other
A child, like any child
A boy, like any boy

Until about grade three, and then things began to
My Foecke, it began in the schoolyard, small outrages building
Up larger outrages in the childish systems but these children
Were too young to down the words that they needed to send
Their inarticulateness out the greater schoolyard
Then in one collective moment, they noticed my son,
And they nicknamed him,

And so began the of Fuck
And with each of his nickname
My little son, Foecke, generated into a larger more being
(Fuck)
His muscles became defined, his eye became stronger
And constant, and his back grew wide like a stairway to heaven
And with every Fuck that his labyrinthine ears his giantess
Extended into lumbering and constancy and tank purpose

And as childish rage grew into men's rage
They gravitated towards my son, Fuck, to be lifted up
And to have their anger harmlessly out into the universe
Through his great eye of the elephant and Foecke
(Fuck)
That slow moving son of mine, the giant obliged them all

He never said no, he allowed inarticulate rage
To be exhumed in his name, their impotence against
The of his broad and constant back, and as the ever-expanding
Distortions of wisdom, and truth even more rage throughout
The world, throughout as many as there are languages
The spread like wildfire, Fuck would accept everyone

None would be turned away, all could out their most
Important message, by calling upon his name
He would only grunt gently, as he to take you
On and people came from far and wide and were not
healed, but they were not killed either

In the beginning there was