اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
