Текст песни Sentenced - House Of The Rising Sun
Sentenced - House Of The Rising Sun слова песни
Originally performed by AnimalsThere 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 blue jeans,my husbend he`s a gambling man,drinks down in New Orleans.My husbend in a gambler,He goes from town to town,The only time, he`s satisfied, is whenHe drinks his liquor down.Oh, mother, tell your childrenNot to do what I have done -Spend your lives in sin and miseryIn the House of Rising SunOne foot on the platform,The other`s on the train,I`m going back to New Orleans,to wear that ball and chain.Going back to New Orleans,My race is almost run,I`m going to spend the rest of my life,Beneath that "Rising Sun".