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 twilight a peel of
and laughter, set my heart-strings
fluttering like bats through rafters.
On entering a I did sense
impending peril, beheld a wench
with eyes bright, sharp and feral.
She smiled at me so
(bit a lip that of danger),
gave a look fit to
poor, unwitting stranger.

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

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

We're on a path to I fear!

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

The Horny
"A spirit sent to you
taunting all your days.
vaunt
cavorting to the reel plays.
I head our procession
(every beast man to mouse),
freedom in possession
is in the house!"

Juice of fruit beyond
slowly from her fingers,
she my hand 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 tongues me).
Though I cast my to Christ,
need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb - this
Polkageist.