Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

Who would known, in the beginning
at his tiny unprotected frame
That one day he would grow into the large, form
The primordial eye of the elephant through humanity would send
Their anger out, as many languages as there are languages
the primordial 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 systems but these children
Were too young to pull the words that they needed to send
Their out into the greater schoolyard
Then in one collective moment, they my son, Foecke
And nicknamed him, Fuck

And so began the story of
And each intonation of his nickname
My little son, Foecke, into a larger more generous being
(Fuck)
His muscles became more defined, his eye stronger
And more constant, and his back grew wide 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 into men's rage
They gravitated towards my son, Fuck, clambering to be up
And to have anger harmlessly sent out into the universe
Through his great primordial eye of the and Foecke
(Fuck)
slow moving son of mine, the gentle giant obliged them all

He never said no, he their inarticulate rage
To be exhumed in his name, their impotence pressed
The comfort of his broad and constant back, and as the
of wisdom, and truth triggered even more rage throughout
The world, throughout as many languages as there are
The word like wildfire, Fuck would accept everyone

None be turned away, all could 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 there was