Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains like bunched-up rope
With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a 'n dagger
And a portrait of Christ, to an anchor
into his upper

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

Slams his fucken down
Our captain, takes time to
bloo-bottles glowin' in his gruel
With a lump in his throat, and mush

Thumbing a scrapbook up with 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 captains is a cleaver
Which he fashions his beard, and he 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 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 rollin' on
She's everywhere now
She's gone, gone,

O fever!
O fever!

Welcome to his table,
her host of hair from her crooks
And strugglin' to one of her looks
His arm now like coiled

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