Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

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

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

Slams his tin-dish down
Our captain, time to crush
Some bloo-bottles in his gruel
a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush

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

fever!
O, O, O fever!

The captains is a cleaver
Which he fashions his beard, and he rations his
And carves his peg outa the mahagony
Or was it Etc.

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

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!

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

Whips all the bottles he's drunk
Like crystal, skittles about the
Of a ship been sailing
Five sunken, etc.