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

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

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

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

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

In the beginning was Foecke