paroles de chanson House of the Rising Sun - The Album Leaf

There is a house in New Orleans, they call The Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin many poor boys.
And God I know I'm one.
My mother was a taylor.
She sawn new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
Oh mother tell your childring, not to do what I have done.
Spend your life in sin and missery, in The House of The Rising Sun.