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 unprotected
That one day he would grow into the large, granitine
The primordial eye of the through which humanity would send
Their anger out, through as many as there are languages
Through the primordial eye of the elephant out 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, outrages building
Up larger outrages in the childish systems but these children
too young to pull down the words that they needed to send
Their inarticulateness out into the greater
Then in one collective moment, noticed my son, Foecke
And they nicknamed him,

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

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

He never no, he allowed their inarticulate rage
To be exhumed in his name, their impotence pressed
The comfort of his 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 word spread like wildfire, Fuck would accept

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

In the there was Foecke