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

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

name 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 until he worked
Himself into a

Friggin' in the
in the riggin'
Friggin' in the
There was fuck all 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 broken glass
And circumcised the

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

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

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

The had a daughter
Who in deep sea water
squeals revealed the eels
Had her sexual quarters

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

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
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