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 a squeeze and they shoot me a wink
I buy their hard-headed a long cool drink
You come up smelling sweet 'cos you're a long time stinking
It's a little too to complain
It's not far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

Now if you catch my eye and you find it runs down your leg
It's like striking a match pretty hard upon a keg
They you from the borders to the waters of the gulf
If you take all the you will end up in the sulphur
And you're
baby I'm pleased to meet you
I do you wrong, honey
I wouldn't cheat you,
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 you're drowning in
like the last days of Rome
With the and divine
And there's no place like home for a little doll from
It's a little too to complain
It's not very far Sulphur to Sugarcane

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

The in Poughkeepsie
Take their clothes off they're tipsy
But in Albany, New
They 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 Sulphur to Sugarcane
If I find a piano
in Bloomington, Indiana
I would play it with my
Until the girls all take their off
The women knock upon my in odd and even numbers
But none of them as wild as I've discovered in
I up married women 'cause I heard it was a sin
But now I'm back in Pittsburgh, I might it up again
Because they gargle with the finest
They get the grape and the grain
not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

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

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