Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

Who would have known, in the
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 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

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

And so began the story of
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 back wide like a stairway to heaven
And with every Fuck that his labyrinthine ears his giantess
Extended into lumbering and constancy and like purpose

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

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

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

In the beginning was Foecke