Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

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

Until about three, and then things began to change
My Foecke, it began in the schoolyard, small 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 inarticulateness out into the schoolyard
Then in one collective moment, they noticed my son,
And nicknamed him, Fuck

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

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

He never said no, he allowed 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 even rage throughout
The world, throughout as many as there are languages
The word spread like wildfire, would accept everyone

would be turned away, all could send out their most
Important message, just by calling 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 was Foecke