Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

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

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

Slams his fucken tin-dish
Our captain, time to crush
bloo-bottles glowin' in his gruel
With a in his throat, and lumpy mush

Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with
And a morbid lump of love in his
Done is the missing, now all that
Is to forever, upon 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 finest
Or was it Etc.

Tallies up his loneliness, notch by
For the sea nuthin' to hold or touch
Notch by notch, by winter
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
everywhere now that
She's gone, gone,

O fever!
O fever!

to his table, beloved-unconscious
Raisin' her of hair from her crooks
And strugglin' to summon one of her
His arm now coiled s-s-snakes

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