Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

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

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

Slams his fucken down
Our captain, takes time to
Some glowin' in his gruel
With a in his throat, and lumpy mush

Thumbing a scrapbook up with clag
And a morbid lump of in his flags
Done is the missing, now all that
Is to forever, upon the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

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

up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin' to or touch
Notch by notch, 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 still 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

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