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 of Christ, nailed to an anchor
Etched into his

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

Slams his fucken tin-dish
Our captain, time to crush
Some bloo-bottles in his gruel
With a lump in his throat, and mush

Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with
And a morbid lump of love in his
Done is the missing, now all that
Is to forever, upon 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.

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

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

O fever!
O fever!

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

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