Luyện nghe bài hát Friggin' In The Riggin'

Ahoy, scurvies!

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

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

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

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

The mate's name was Cooper
By Christ, he was a
He jerked and jerked until he
into a stupor

Friggin' in the
in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
There was 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 cabin boy was
He was a fuckin'
He stuffed his arse with broken
And circumcised the

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 fuck all to do

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

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

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

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

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