كلمات The House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boy And Lord I know I'm one Go tell my brother Phillip Don’t do what I have done To shun the house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Our mother, she was a tailor She sewed our old blue jeans Our father, he was a gambler Way down in New Orleans There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the death of many poor boy And Lord I know I'm one