Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free skull'n'dagger
and a portrait of Christ, to an anchor
etched the upper...
Slams his fucken tin-dish
Our Captain, takes time to
Some Bloo-Bottles in his gruel
a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrap stuck up with clag
and a morbid of Love in his flag.
Done is the Missing, now all that
Is to forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Fever!
The captain's is a clearer
he fashions his beard'n'he rations his jerkey!
and his peg onto the finest mahagony!
Or was it etc...
up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by
x notch, winter x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a
O o Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the sea still rollin on!
She's everywhere! now she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Fever! O Cabin Fever!
Welcome to his table,
Raisin her host of hair her crooks
and strugglin to one of her looks!
His arm now like s-s-s-snakes
all the bottles that he's drunken,
like about the cabin,
of a they'd bin sailing
years sunken... etc..