Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day whilst out in some
far-flung corner, I took respite
from my to admire the local fauna.
When the twilight distance a peel of
bells and laughter, set my
fluttering like bats through rafters.
On a clearing I did sense
impending peril, a Gypsy wench
flashing eyes bright, sharp 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 charm she about me
gripped me as any vice.
(She spoke in above me).
Though I cast my to Christ,
need the virtue of a saint
to not - overcome this
Polkageist.

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

on a path to Hell I fear!

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

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

Juice of beyond forbidden
slowly from her fingers,
she took my and led me
to that place where lingers.

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