Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's like buncht-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free onto
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an
into the upper...
Slams his fucken down
Our Captain, takes time to
Some Bloo-Bottles in his gruel
with a 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 remain
Is to forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Fever!
The captain's is a clearer
which he fashions his rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg onto the mahagony!
Or was it etc...
Tallys up his loneliness, notch by
For the sea offers to hold or touch
Notch by notch, by winter
Notch x notch, winter x
Now his leg is whittled, right to a splinter
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Fever!
O the rollin sea rollin on!
everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Fever! O Cabin Fever!
Welcome to his table,
Raisin her of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to one of her looks!
His arm now coild s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the that he's drunken,
like crystal-skittles the cabin,
of a they'd bin sailing
Five sunken... etc..