Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

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

Who have known, in the beginning
Looking at his 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 there are
the primordial eye of the elephant out into the universe

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

Until about grade three, and then things to change
My little Foecke, it in the schoolyard, small outrages building
Up into larger outrages in the systems but these children
Were too young to pull down the that they needed to send
Their out into the greater schoolyard
Then in one moment, they noticed my son, Foecke
And they nicknamed him,

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

And as their childish rage grew into rage
They gravitated my son, Fuck, clambering to be lifted up
And to have their anger harmlessly out into the universe
Through his great eye of the elephant and Foecke
(Fuck)
That moving son of mine, the gentle giant obliged them all

He never said no, he their inarticulate rage
To be exhumed in his name, their impotence against
The comfort of his broad and constant back, and as the
Distortions of wisdom, and truth triggered even rage throughout
The world, throughout as many languages as there are
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 only gently, as he bent to take you
On and came from far and wide and they were not
healed, but they were not killed either

In the there was Foecke