Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day whilst out exploring in
far-flung foreign corner, I respite
from my to admire the local fauna.
from the twilight distance a peel of
bells and laughter, set my
like bats through chapel rafters.
On entering a clearing I did
peril, beheld a Gypsy 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 pounced upon me
it me in a trice.
That charm she wove me
gripped me 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.

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

We're on a path to I fear!

Her rhythm upon me
it me in a trice.
That she wove 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 - overcome
Polkageist.

The Horny
"A sent to haunt you
all your earthly days.
Satyrs
to the reel Cernunnos plays.
I head our procession
(every from man to mouse),
freedom in possession
is in the house!"

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

Her rhythm pounced me
it me in a trice.
charm she wove about me
gripped me as any vice.
(She in tongues above me).
Though I cast my to Christ,
need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb - this
Polkageist.