Luyện nghe bài hát Friggin' In The Riggin'

Ahoy, scurvies!

It was on the good ship
By Christ, ya seen us
The was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth

The of this lugger
He was a dirty
He wasn't fit to shit
one place to another

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

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

The first mate's was Cooper
By Christ, he was a
He jerked and until he worked
Himself a stupor

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

The second was Andy
By Christ, he had a
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged
For cumming in the

The boy was Flipper
He was a nipper
He stuffed his arse broken glass
And the skipper

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

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

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

The had a daughter
Who fell in sea water
Delighted squeals revealed the
Had found her quarters

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

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
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