Текст песни: House Of The Rising Sun (Nina Simone )

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There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh Lord, I’m one

If I’d listened what my mama said
Be at home today
Bein’ so young
And foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother was a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
My sweetheart’s is a drunkarad, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister
Never do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun

Goin’ back to New Orleans
Race is almost run

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Исполнитель: Nina Simone

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