Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

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

Until about grade three, and then began to change
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 they needed to
inarticulateness out into the greater schoolyard
Then in one collective moment, 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 more generous being
(Fuck)
His became more defined, his eye became stronger
And more constant, and his back grew wide 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 grew into men's rage
They towards my son, Fuck, clambering to be lifted up
And to have anger harmlessly sent out into the universe
Through his primordial eye of the elephant and Foecke
(Fuck)
That slow moving son of mine, the gentle obliged them all

He never said no, he their inarticulate rage
To be exhumed in his name, impotence pressed against
The of his broad and constant 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 word spread like wildfire, would accept everyone

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

In the beginning was Foecke