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
Looking at his unprotected frame
That one day he would into the large, granitine form
The primordial eye of the elephant through which humanity would
Their out, through as many languages as there are languages
Through the primordial eye of the elephant out the universe

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the beginning was Foecke