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 frame
That one day he would grow into the large, granitine
The primordial eye of the elephant through which would send
Their anger out, through as many languages as are languages
the primordial eye of the elephant out into the universe

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

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

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 stronger
And more constant, and his back grew wide like a to heaven
And with every Fuck that his labyrinthine ears his giantess
Extended into lumbering and constancy and tank like

And as their childish rage into 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 son of mine, the gentle giant obliged them all

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

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

In the there was Foecke