Текст песни The Rolling Stones - House Of The Rising Sun
The Rolling Stones - House Of The Rising Sun слова песни
(The Doors original)There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Risin` SunAnd it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy.And God, I know I`m one.My mother was a tailor.She sewed my new blue jeans.My father was a gamblin` manDown in New Orleans.Now, the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time that he`s satisfiedIs when he`s on a drunkOh, Mother, tell your childrenNot to do what I have done.Spend your lives in sin and miseryIn the house of the risin` sun.Well, I`ve got one foot on the platform.the other foot on the train.I`m goin` back to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chain.Well, there is a house in New OrleansThey call the Risin` SunAnd it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy.And God, I know I`m one.