Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day whilst out in some
foreign corner, I took respite
from my journey to the local fauna.
When from the twilight distance a of
and laughter, set my heart-strings
fluttering like through chapel rafters.
On entering a clearing I did
peril, beheld a Gypsy wench
with flashing eyes bright, and feral.
She at me so sweetly
(bit a lip smacked of danger),
a look fit to disarm
this poor, stranger.

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

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

We're on a to Hell I fear!

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

The Horny
"A sent to haunt you
taunting all your days.
Satyrs
cavorting to the Cernunnos plays.
I head our wild
(every from man to mouse),
finds in possession
is in the house!"

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

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