Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

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

A baby, like any other
A child, like any child
A boy, any other 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 systems but these
Were too to pull down the words that they needed to send
inarticulateness out into the greater schoolyard
Then in one collective moment, noticed my son, Foecke
And they him, Fuck

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

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

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

In the beginning was Foecke