Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

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

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

Slams his fucken down
Our captain, takes time to
bloo-bottles glowin' in his gruel
With a lump in his throat, and lumpy

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

fever!
O, O, O fever!

The captains free-hand is a
Which he fashions his beard, and he his jerkey
And carves his peg outa the mahagony
Or was it Etc.

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

O, O, fever!
O, O, O, fever!
O, the rollin', sea rollin' on
She's now that
She's 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 s-s-snakes

Whips all the bottles that drunk
Like crystal, about the cabin
Of a they'd been sailing
years sunken, etc.