Luyện nghe bài hát Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from Sulphur to
I travel the pretty girls call my name
I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a
I buy hard-headed husbands a long cool drink
You better come up sweet 'cos you're a long time stinking
a little too late to complain
It's not very far Sulphur to Sugarcane

Now if you my eye and you find that it runs down your leg
like striking a match pretty hard upon a powder keg
They you from the borders to the waters of the gulf
If you take all the sugar you will end up in the
And burning
Hello baby I'm pleased to you
I do you wrong, honey
I wouldn't you, honey
When can I see you
you up in cellophane
It's not very far Sulphur to Sugarcane

not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
When eyes fill up with brine
you're drowning in wine
It's the last days of Rome
With the and divine
And there's no place like for a little doll from China
a little too late to complain
It's not very far from Sulphur to

You can go west to
Go to Mississippi
You can run out of
You can run out of
Throw your purse until you're crying for mercy
Go to
Escape
I'm digging like a miner North and South
And then if you continue you will end up in

The women in
Take their clothes off they're tipsy
But in Albany, New
love the filthy way I talk
Until they gargle the finest champagne
can't get the grape and the grain
It's not very far from Sulphur to

It's not very far from Sulphur to
If I could find a
in Bloomington, Indiana
I would it with my toes
Until the girls all take their off
The knock upon my door in odd and even numbers
But of them as wild as I've discovered in Columbus
I gave up married women 'cause I it was a sin
But now I'm back in Pittsburgh, I take it up again
Because they with the finest champagne
They get the grape and the grain
It's not very far from to Sugarcane

It's not very far Sulphur to Sugarcane
Up in
I was accused
But I'm not to hurt you
I'm here to steal your
Down in
The women kill you for sport
But in Worcester,
They love my

The in Poughkeepsie
Take clothes off when they're tipsy
But I in Ypsilanti
don't wear any panties
Once they gargle with the finest
They up their skirts and exclaim
It's not far, sugar
It's not very far,
Pour a little on me, sugar
It's not very far from to Sugarcane