Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm like bunched-up
A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull 'n dagger
And a portrait of Christ, to an anchor
into his upper

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

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

Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up clag
And a lump of love in his flags
Done is the missing, now all that
Is to forever, upon the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

The free-hand is a cleaver
Which he fashions his beard, and he rations his
And his peg outa the finest mahagony
Or was it Etc.

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

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

O fever!
O fever!

to his table, beloved-unconscious
Raisin' her host of from her crooks
And to summon one of her looks
His arm now like coiled

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