Luyện nghe bài hát Friggin' In The Riggin'

Ahoy, scurvies!

It was on the good ship
By Christ, ya shoulda us
The figurehead was a in bed
And the mast, a mammoth

The Captain of lugger
He was a bugger
He wasn't fit to shit
From one to another

in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
Friggin' in the
There was fuck all to do

name was Morgan
By Christ, he was a
Ten times a day tunes he'd play
On his fuckin'

The first mate's name was
By Christ, he was a
He and jerked until he worked
Himself a stupor

in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
Friggin' in the
There was all else to do

The mate was Andy
By Christ, he had a
Till crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For in the brandy

The boy was Flipper
He was a nipper
He stuffed his arse with glass
And the skipper

in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
Friggin' in the
There was all else to do

in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
in the riggin'
There was all else to do

The wife was Mabel
To fuck, she wasn't
So the shits, they nailed her tits
Across the table

The had a daughter
Who fell in sea water
Delighted squeals the eels
Had found her sexual

Friggin' in the
in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
was fuck all else to do

Friggin' in the
Friggin' in the
in the riggin'
There was fuck all to do

Friggin' in the
in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
was fuck all else to do
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