Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm like rope
With wrigglin' free on a skull 'n dagger
And a portrait of Christ, to an anchor
into his upper

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

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

Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up clag
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 free-hand is a cleaver
he fashions his beard, and he rations his jerkey
And carves his peg outa the mahagony
Or was it Etc.

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

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

O fever!
O fever!

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

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