Luyện nghe bài hát Friggin' In The Riggin'

Ahoy, scurvies!

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

The Captain of lugger
He was a dirty
He wasn't fit to shit
From one place to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Captain had a
Who fell in sea water
Delighted squeals the eels
Had found her quarters

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

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