Holly Henry House Of The Rising Sun
Đóng góp: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor She sewed those new bluejeans My husband he's a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans
Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in misery In the House of the Rising Sun
One foot on the platform The other sat the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain G
oing back to New Orleans The race is almost run I've come to spend the rest of my life Beneath that Rising Sun
My mother was a tailor She sewed those new bluejeans My husband he's a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans
Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in misery In the House of the Rising Sun
One foot on the platform The other sat the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain G
oing back to New Orleans The race is almost run I've come to spend the rest of my life Beneath that Rising Sun
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