Luyện nghe bài hát Sulphur to Sugarcane

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

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

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

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

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

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

not very far from 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 will kill you for
But in Worcester,
They my sauce

The in Poughkeepsie
Take 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
It's not far, sugar
It's not very far,
Pour a little on me, sugar
not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane