Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day whilst out exploring in
foreign 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, beheld a wench
with eyes bright, sharp and feral.
She at me so sweetly
(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 about me
me tight 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
summond me the middle.
Pan warmed up his
heard Herne a at the fiddle.
She herself about me
(felt her hot at my ear);
a horizontal polka
down the to Hell I fear.

We're on a 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 of a saint
to not - overcome this
Polkageist.

The Horny
"A sent to haunt 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 beyond forbidden
dripping from her fingers,
she took my and led me
to that where cunning lingers.

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