House Of The Rising Sun

歌词

There is a house in New Orleans,

They call the rising sun.

Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,

And God I know I'm one.

Oh mother, tell your children,

Not to do what I have done.

You spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun.

Well there is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,

And God I know I'm one.