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Текст (слова) песни: The Rolling Stones - House Of The Rising Sun
(The Doors original)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin` 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.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he`s satisfied
Is when he`s on a 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 risin` sun.
Well, I`ve got one foot on the platform.
the other foot on the train.
I`m goin` back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin` Sun
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I`m one.
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