Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day whilst out exploring in
far-flung foreign corner, I took
from my journey to admire the fauna.
When from the twilight distance a of
and laughter, set my heart-strings
fluttering bats through chapel rafters.
On entering a I did sense
peril, beheld a Gypsy wench
with flashing eyes bright, and feral.
She at me so sweetly
(bit a lip that of danger),
gave a fit to disarm
poor, unwitting stranger.

Her pounced upon me
it me in a trice.
That she wove about me
gripped me as any vice.
(She spoke in tongues me).
Though I my eyes to Christ,
you'd the virtue of a saint
to not succumb - overcome
Polkageist.

Arms of strummed perfection
me toward the middle.
Pan up his pipes
heard a plucking at the fiddle.
She wrapped about me
(felt her hot at my ear);
Danced a polka
down the path to I fear.

We're on a path to I fear!

Her rhythm upon me
it me in a trice.
That charm she about me
gripped me as any vice.
(She spoke in above me).
Though I my eyes to Christ,
you'd the virtue of a saint
to not succumb - this
Polkageist.

The Huntress:
"A spirit to haunt you
all your earthly days.
Satyrs
cavorting to the reel plays.
I head our procession
(every beast man to mouse),
finds freedom in
is in the house!"

Juice of fruit beyond
dripping from her fingers,
she my hand and led me
to that place where lingers.

Her rhythm pounced me
it me in a trice.
That charm she wove me
me tight as any vice.
(She spoke in tongues me).
I cast my eyes to Christ,
you'd the virtue of a saint
to not - overcome this
Polkageist.