Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free onto
and a of Christ, nailed to an anchor
etched the upper...
his fucken tin-dish down
Our Captain, time to crush
Some glowin in his gruel
a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrap stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of in his flag.
Done is the Missing, now all that
Is to sail forever, upon the
Cabin Fever! O o o' Fever!
The free-hand is a clearer
which he fashions his rations his jerkey!
and his peg onto the finest mahagony!
Or was it etc...
Tallys up his loneliness, notch by
For the sea offers to hold or touch
by notch, winter by winter
Notch x notch, x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right to a splinter
O o Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea rollin on!
She's everywhere! now she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Fever! O Cabin Fever!
to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair from her
and strugglin to one of her looks!
His arm now like s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that drunken,
crystal-skittles about the cabin,
of a ship bin sailing
Five sunken... etc..