Luyện nghe bài hát Sulphur to Sugarcane

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

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

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

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

The in Poughkeepsie
Take their clothes off when tipsy
But in Albany, New
love the filthy way I talk
Until they gargle with the champagne
They get the grape and the grain
not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from to Sugarcane
If I find a piano
in Bloomington, Indiana
I would it with my toes
Until the girls all their clothes off
The women knock my door in odd and even numbers
But of them as wild as I've discovered in Columbus
I gave up women 'cause I heard 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 far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
Up in
I was falsely
But I'm not here to you
I'm to steal your virtue
in Bridgeport
The women kill you for sport
But in Worcester,
love my sauce

The in Poughkeepsie
their clothes off when they're tipsy
But I hear in
They don't wear any
they gargle with the finest champagne
They hitch up their skirts and
not very far, sugar
It's not far, sugar
a little sugar on me, sugar
It's not very far Sulphur to Sugarcane