Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm like rope
With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' on a skull 'n dagger
And a of Christ, nailed to an anchor
into 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 mush

a scrapbook stuck up with clag
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 is a cleaver
Which he fashions his beard, and he his jerkey
And carves his peg outa the finest
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, 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!

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

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