Luyện nghe bài hát Friggin' In The Riggin'

Ahoy, scurvies!

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

The of this lugger
He was a dirty
He wasn't fit to shovel
From one to another

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

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

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

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

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

The boy was Flipper
He was a fuckin'
He stuffed his arse with broken
And the skipper

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

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

The Captain's was Mabel
To fuck, she wasn't
So the dirty shits, they her tits
the barroom table

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

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

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

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