Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free skull'n'dagger
and a of Christ, nailed to an anchor
into the upper...
Slams his fucken down
Our Captain, takes to crush
Some glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy
a scrap book stuck up with clag
and a lump of Love in his flag.
Done is the Missing, now all that
Is to forever, upon the stain
Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!
The captain's free-hand is a
which he fashions his beard'n'he his jerkey!
and his peg onto the finest mahagony!
Or was it etc...
Tallys up his loneliness, notch by
For the sea offers nuthin to hold or
Notch by notch, winter by
Notch x notch, x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a
O o Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea still on!
She's everywhere! now that gone! Gone! Gone!
O Fever! O Cabin Fever!
to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of from her crooks
and strugglin to one of her looks!
His arm now like coild
Whips all the bottles that drunken,
like crystal-skittles the cabin,
of a ship bin sailing
Five sunken... etc..