Luyện nghe bài hát Cabin Fever!

The captains fore-arm like rope
With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull 'n
And a of Christ, nailed to an anchor
Etched into his

O, O, O fever!
O, O, O fever!

Slams his tin-dish down
Our captain, takes to crush
Some bloo-bottles glowin' in his
With a lump in his throat, and lumpy

a scrapbook stuck up with clag
And a morbid of love in his flags
Done is the missing, now all that
Is to forever, upon the stain

fever!
O, O, O fever!

The captains free-hand is a
he fashions his beard, and he rations his jerkey
And carves his peg outa the mahagony
Or was it Etc.

Tallies up his loneliness, by notch
For the sea offers nuthin' to hold or
Notch by notch, by winter
Notch X notch, winter X
Now his leg is whittled, right to a splinter

O, O, fever!
O, O, O, fever!
O, the rollin', sea rollin' on
She's everywhere now
She's gone, gone,

O fever!
O fever!

Welcome to his table,
Raisin' her host of hair from her
And strugglin' to one of her looks
His arm now like s-s-snakes

Whips all the bottles that he's
crystal, skittles about the cabin
Of a ship they'd been
years sunken, etc.