Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's fore-arm like rope
with wrigglin free onto skull'n'dagger
and a of Christ, nailed to an anchor
into the upper...
Slams his fucken tin-dish
Our Captain, takes to crush
Some glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and mush
Thumbing a scrap book stuck up clag
and a morbid lump of in his flag.
is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Fever!
The free-hand is a clearer
which he fashions his rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg the finest mahagony!
Or was it etc...
up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, by winter
Notch x notch, 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!
everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Fever!
Welcome to his table,
Raisin her host of hair her crooks
and to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coild
Whips all the bottles that drunken,
like crystal-skittles the cabin,
of a they'd bin sailing
years sunken... etc..