Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

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

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

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 defined, his eye became stronger
And more constant, and his grew wide like a stairway to heaven
And with every Fuck that reached his labyrinthine ears his
Extended into lumbering and and tank like purpose

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

He said no, he allowed their inarticulate rage
To be exhumed in his name, impotence pressed against
The comfort of his broad and back, and as the ever-expanding
of wisdom, and truth triggered even more rage throughout
The world, throughout as many languages as are languages
The word spread like wildfire, would accept everyone

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

In the beginning was Foecke