Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

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

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

Slams his tin-dish down
Our captain, takes to crush
bloo-bottles glowin' in his gruel
With a in his throat, and lumpy mush

Thumbing a stuck up with clag
And a lump of love in his flags
Done is the missing, now all remains
Is to sail forever, the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

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

Tallies up his loneliness, by notch
For the sea offers to hold or touch
Notch by notch, 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!

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

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