Luyện nghe bài hát Sulphur to Sugarcane

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

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

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

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

The in Poughkeepsie
Take their off when they're tipsy
But in Albany, New
They the filthy way I talk
Until they with the finest champagne
They can't get the grape and the
not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from to Sugarcane
If I could find a
Here in Bloomington,
I would play it my toes
Until the all take their clothes off
The women knock upon my door in odd and numbers
But of them as wild as I've discovered in Columbus
I gave up married women I heard it was a sin
But now I'm in Pittsburgh, I might take it up again
Because they gargle 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 Sulphur to
Up in
I was accused
But I'm not to hurt you
I'm to steal your virtue
in Bridgeport
The will kill you for sport
But in Worcester,
They my sauce

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