Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up
with A-N-I-T-A free onto skull'n'dagger
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an
etched the upper...
Slams his tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to
Some Bloo-Bottles 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, upon the
Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!
The captain's is a clearer
which he his beard'n'he rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg onto the mahagony!
Or was it etc...
Tallys up his loneliness, by notch
For the sea nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by
x notch, winter x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Fever!
O the rollin sea rollin on!
She's everywhere! now she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Fever!
Welcome to his table,
her host of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to one of her looks!
His arm now like coild
Whips all the bottles he's drunken,
like crystal-skittles the cabin,
of a ship bin sailing
years sunken... etc..