Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The fore-arm like bunched-up rope
A-N-I-T-A 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 fucken tin-dish
Our captain, takes to crush
bloo-bottles glowin' in his gruel
With a in his throat, and lumpy mush

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

fever!
O, O, O fever!

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

Tallies up his loneliness, notch by
For the sea offers nuthin' to hold or
by notch, winter 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
She's everywhere now
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 coiled s-s-snakes

Whips all the bottles that drunk
Like crystal, skittles about the
Of a ship they'd sailing
years sunken, etc.