Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's fore-arm like rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free onto
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an
etched the upper...
Slams his fucken down
Our Captain, time to crush
Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a book stuck up with clag
and a morbid of Love in his flag.
Done is the Missing, now all remain
Is to sail forever, the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Fever!
The captain's is a clearer
which he fashions his beard'n'he his jerkey!
and carves his peg onto the mahagony!
Or was it etc...
up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin to or touch
Notch by notch, winter by
Notch x notch, x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Fever!
O the rollin sea still on!
everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Fever!
to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair her crooks
and strugglin to one of her looks!
His arm now coild s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that drunken,
like about the cabin,
of a ship they'd bin
years sunken... etc..