Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains like bunched-up rope
With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull 'n
And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an
into his upper

O, O, O fever!
O, O, O fever!

his fucken tin-dish down
Our captain, time to crush
Some bloo-bottles glowin' in his
a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush

Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with
And a lump of love in his flags
is the missing, now all that remains
Is to sail forever, the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

The captains is a cleaver
Which he fashions his beard, and he his jerkey
And carves his peg outa the finest
Or was it Etc.

Tallies up his loneliness, notch by
For the sea offers nuthin' to or touch
by notch, winter by winter
Notch X notch, X winter
Now his leg is whittled, down to a splinter

O, O, fever!
O, O, O, fever!
O, the rollin', sea still on
everywhere now that
She's gone, gone,

O fever!
O fever!

Welcome to his table,
Raisin' her host of hair her crooks
And to summon one of her looks
His arm now coiled s-s-snakes

Whips all the that he's drunk
Like crystal, skittles about the
Of a ship been sailing
years sunken, etc.