The House Of The Rising Sun文本歌词
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd god, I know, I'm oneMy mother was a tailorShe sew my new blue jeansAnd my father was a gambling manDown in New OrleansAnd 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 doneSpend your life sincere in miseryIn the house of the Rising SunI got one foot on the platformAnd the other on the trainI'm going back to New OrleansTo wear the ball and chainThere is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd god, I know, I'm one