Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm bunched-up rope
With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull 'n
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, time to crush
bloo-bottles glowin' in his gruel
With a lump in his throat, and 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, the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

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

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

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

O fever!
O fever!

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

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