Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the beginning was Foecke