Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

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

Until about grade three, and things began to change
My little Foecke, it began in the schoolyard, outrages building
Up into outrages in the childish systems but these children
Were too young to pull down the words they needed to send
inarticulateness out into the greater schoolyard
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 son, Foecke, generated into a larger more generous being
(Fuck)
His became more defined, his eye became stronger
And more constant, and his back grew like a stairway to heaven
And with Fuck that reached his labyrinthine ears his giantess
Extended into lumbering and constancy and like purpose

And as their childish rage grew men's rage
They gravitated my son, Fuck, clambering to be lifted up
And to have their anger harmlessly sent out into the
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 allowed inarticulate rage
To be in his name, their impotence pressed against
The of his broad and constant back, and as the ever-expanding
Distortions of wisdom, and triggered even more rage throughout
The world, throughout as many as there are languages
The word spread like wildfire, Fuck would everyone

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

In the there was Foecke