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 frame
That one day he would grow into the large, granitine
The eye of the elephant through which humanity would send
Their anger out, through as many languages as are languages
Through the primordial eye of the elephant out into the

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

Until about grade three, and then things to change
My little Foecke, it began in the schoolyard, small outrages
Up into larger outrages in the childish systems but 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 each intonation of his nickname
My little son, Foecke, generated into a larger more being
(Fuck)
His muscles became more defined, his eye became
And constant, and his back grew wide like a stairway to heaven
And with every Fuck that reached his labyrinthine ears his
Extended into lumbering and constancy and tank like

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

He never said no, he their inarticulate 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 triggered more rage throughout
The world, throughout as many languages as there are
The word spread like wildfire, Fuck accept everyone

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

In the beginning was Foecke