Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

A baby, any other baby
A child, like any other
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 larger outrages in the childish systems but these children
Were too young to pull down the words that they needed to
Their inarticulateness out the greater schoolyard
in one collective moment, they noticed my son, Foecke
And nicknamed him, Fuck

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

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

He never said no, he allowed their rage
To be exhumed in his name, impotence pressed against
The comfort of his broad and constant back, and as the
Distortions of wisdom, and truth even more rage throughout
The world, throughout as many languages as are languages
The word spread like wildfire, Fuck accept everyone

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

In the there was Foecke