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

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

name was Morgan
By Christ, he was a
Ten times a day tunes he'd play
On his organ

The first name was Cooper
By Christ, he was a
He jerked and until he worked
into a stupor

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

The second was Andy
By Christ, he had a
Till they 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

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

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

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

The had a daughter
Who fell in sea water
Delighted squeals the eels
Had found her sexual

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

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
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