Текст песни Joan Baez - House of the Rising Sun
Joan Baez - House of the Rising Sun слова песни
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun.It`s been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I`m one.My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans,my father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.If I had listened to what my mother said,I`d have been at home today,but I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray.Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done,to spend their lives in sin and miseryin the house of the rising sun.I`m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,I`m going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun. (The Animals)