Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm like bunched-up
With wrigglin' free on a skull 'n dagger
And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an
Etched into his

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

Slams his fucken down
Our captain, takes 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 sail forever, upon the

fever!
O, O, O fever!

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

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

O fever!
O fever!

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

all the bottles that he's drunk
Like crystal, about the cabin
Of a ship they'd been
Five sunken, etc.