Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

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

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 lump in his throat, and lumpy

Thumbing a stuck up with clag
And a morbid lump of love in his
Done is the missing, now all remains
Is to sail forever, the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

The free-hand 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, 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, right down to a

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

O fever!
O fever!

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

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