Bon Jovi - The House Of The Rising Sun
текст песни

There is a house in New Orleans
They Call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

In New - Orleans there is one house -
Where they meet the dawn ...
Under the anger of the crowd and by the will of heaven -
He collapsed into dust and disappeared.

And God I Know i'm One

My Mother Was a Tailor
Sewed My New Blue Jeans
My Father Was Gambling Man
Down in New Orleans

Was my mother dressed simple,
She sewed my jeans at night.
Was my father’s father -
There, in New - Orleans.

Now the only Thing a Gambler Needs
IS A Suitcase and Trunk
And the only time he'll be satispied
IS when he's All A-Drunk

Only two things need the player:
Kitamka and friendship are men's.
But it may only be happy if
On a barrel when it climbs.

Oh Mother, Tell Yoor Children
Not to do What I have done
SPEND YOUR LIVES in SIN and MISERY
In the house of the rising Sun

Oh mother, you must say to your children:
Do not waste yourself like a father!
You don't need to walk to burn life
In the house where the dawn is met.

Well i've Got One Foot on the Platform
The Other Foot on the Train
I'M Going Back to New Orleans
To Wear that Ball and Chain

I stand on the platform alone,
Another leg is on the way.
Back, this city lies my route:
There are chains of fate.

Well There is a House in New Orleans
They Call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

Back, I return to New - Orlean -
My race is almost completed.
The last bets are the last glass -
I meet the last dawn.

And God I Know i'm One ...

Well, already New - Orlean, here is the house -
Where the dawn is met.
Thousands of souls - and mine among them -
They disappear again and again.

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