Текст песни BOB DYLAN - House Of The Rising Sun
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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeansMy sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk( )And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards aroundAnd the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town. Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have doneBut shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the trainI'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost runI'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun.There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.