Luyện nghe bài hát Jagermeister

Raise your up to the night

And ye of your fill

and taste the dark delight
And drink of milk

It's the one, the holy one

Manna from the above

The liquid flame of and shame

Jgermeister, its name

In the heat of a night

Or when the wind blows

your heart yearns to be free
There's comfort in the liquid

And in your
The Land

To from despair

The universe at command

Jgermeister will me there, Oh yeah

When the dread cold had of

Is on your heart

When all hope and love is lost and your world apart
Jgermeister,

The sweetest blood from the of Pan

Bacchus, Dionysus, me up to the lips of Isis