Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

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

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

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

And as their rage grew into men's rage
They gravitated towards my son, Fuck, to be lifted up
And to have their anger harmlessly 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 said no, he allowed their inarticulate
To be exhumed in his name, their impotence against
The of his broad and constant back, and as the ever-expanding
Distortions of wisdom, and truth triggered even more throughout
The world, throughout as many languages as are languages
The word like wildfire, Fuck would accept everyone

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

In the beginning there was