Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day whilst out in some
far-flung foreign corner, I took
from my to admire the local fauna.
When from the distance a peel of
and laughter, set my heart-strings
fluttering like 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),
a look fit to disarm
this poor, stranger.

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

Arms of ivory perfection
me toward the middle.
Pan warmed up his
heard Herne a at the fiddle.
She wrapped about me
(felt her hot at my ear);
Danced a 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 charm she about me
me tight as any vice.
(She spoke in tongues 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
to the reel Cernunnos plays.
I head our wild
(every from man to mouse),
freedom in possession
is in the house!"

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

Her rhythm pounced me
it me in a trice.
That charm she wove 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 - this
Polkageist.