House of the Rising Sun کے بول

There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And 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' man Down in New Orleans Well the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's all drunk Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising Sun Well I've got one foot on the platform Other foot on the train I am going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many other o' poor boy And God, I know, I am one