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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the beginning there was