Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day out exploring in some
foreign corner, I took respite
from my journey to admire the fauna.
When from the twilight a peel of
and laughter, set my heart-strings
fluttering like through chapel rafters.
On a clearing I did sense
impending peril, beheld a wench
with flashing bright, sharp and feral.
She smiled at me so
(bit a lip smacked of danger),
gave a fit to disarm
this poor, stranger.

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

Arms of ivory perfection
summond me the middle.
Pan warmed up his
Herne a plucking at the fiddle.
She wrapped about me
(felt her hot at my ear);
Danced a horizontal
down the path to I fear.

on a path to Hell I fear!

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

The Horny
"A spirit sent to you
taunting all your days.
Satyrs
cavorting to the reel plays.
I head our wild
(every beast man to mouse),
freedom in possession
is in the house!"

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

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