Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's fore-arm buncht-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin onto skull'n'dagger
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an
etched the upper...
Slams his fucken down
Our Captain, takes to crush
Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy
Thumbing a scrap book stuck up clag
and a lump 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 free-hand is a clearer
which he fashions his beard'n'he his jerkey!
and carves his peg the finest mahagony!
Or was it etc...
Tallys up his loneliness, notch by
For the sea offers to hold or touch
Notch by notch, by winter
x notch, winter 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 that gone! Gone! Gone!
O Fever! O Cabin Fever!
Welcome to his table,
her host of hair from her crooks
and to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coild
all the bottles that he's drunken,
like crystal-skittles the cabin,
of a they'd bin sailing
years sunken... etc..