Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

Who would known, in the beginning
Looking at his tiny unprotected
That one day he would grow the large, granitine form
The eye of the elephant 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, like any baby
A child, like any other
A boy, like any boy

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

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

And as their childish grew into men's rage
They gravitated my son, Fuck, clambering to be lifted up
And to have anger harmlessly sent out into the universe
Through his great primordial eye of the and Foecke
(Fuck)
That 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 against
The comfort of his broad and back, and as the ever-expanding
Distortions of wisdom, and truth triggered more rage throughout
The world, throughout as languages as there are languages
The spread like wildfire, Fuck would accept everyone

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

In the beginning there was