Luyện nghe bài hát Friggin' In The Riggin'

Ahoy, scurvies!

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

The Captain of lugger
He was a bugger
He fit to shovel shit
one place to another

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

Captain's was Morgan
By Christ, he was a
Ten times a day sweet tunes play
On his fuckin'

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

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

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

The cabin boy was
He was a nipper
He stuffed his arse broken glass
And circumcised the

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

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

The wife was Mabel
To fuck, she able
So the shits, they nailed her tits
Across the barroom

The Captain had a
Who fell in deep sea
Delighted squeals the eels
Had her sexual quarters

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

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

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