Luyện nghe bài hát Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
Everywhere I travel the pretty girls my name
I give them a and they shoot me a wink
I buy their husbands a long cool drink
You come up smelling 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 match pretty hard upon a keg
tell you from the borders to the waters of the gulf
If you take all the sugar you end up in the sulphur
And you're
Hello I'm pleased to meet you
I wouldn't do you wrong,
I cheat you, honey
can I see you again?
Wrap you up in
It's not very far from to Sugarcane

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

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

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

It's not very far from Sulphur to
If I could find a
Here in Bloomington,
I play it with my toes
the girls all take their clothes off
The women knock upon my door in odd and numbers
But none of them as wild as I've discovered in
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
can't get the grape and the grain
It's not very far from to Sugarcane

It's not very far from to Sugarcane
Up in
I was falsely
But I'm not here to you
I'm to steal your virtue
in Bridgeport
The will kill you for sport
But in Worcester,
They love my

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