Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm like bunched-up
With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' 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 time to
Some bloo-bottles glowin' in his
With a lump in his throat, and mush

Thumbing a stuck up with clag
And a morbid lump of in his flags
is the missing, now all that remains
Is to forever, upon the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

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

Tallies up his loneliness, notch by
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 still on
She's now that
gone, gone, gone

O fever!
O fever!

to his table, beloved-unconscious
Raisin' her of hair 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, skittles about the
Of a ship been sailing
years sunken, etc.