Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

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

about grade three, and then things began to change
My Foecke, it began in the schoolyard, small outrages building
Up into larger outrages in the childish but these children
Were too young to 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 each intonation of his nickname
My little son, Foecke, generated into a larger more being
(Fuck)
His muscles more defined, his eye became stronger
And more constant, and his back wide like a stairway to heaven
And with every that reached his labyrinthine ears his giantess
Extended into and constancy and tank like purpose

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

He never said no, he allowed their inarticulate
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 rage throughout
The world, throughout as many as there are languages
The word spread like wildfire, Fuck 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 bent to you
On and people from far and wide and they were not
Necessarily healed, but were not killed either

In the there was Foecke