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Вот так,в начале века, звучали слова этой песни в Америке: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun. It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, Oh God, for one. If I had listened what Mama said, I’d be at home today. Being so young and foolish, poor boy, Let a rambler lead me astray. Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun. My mother she’s a tailor, She sewed these new blue jeans. My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, Lord, Lord, Drinks down in New Orleans. The only thing a drunkard needs Is a suitcase and a trunk. The only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s on a drunk. Fills his glasses to the brim, Passes them around. Only pleasure he gets out of life Is hoboin’ from town to town. One foot is on the platform And the other one on the train. I’m going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. Going back to New Orleans, My race is almost run. Going back to spend the rest of my days Beneath that Rising Sun. Вариант Animals: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I’m one. My mother was a tailor, Sewed my new blue jeans, My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s on a drunk. Oh mothers tell your children Not to do what I have done, Spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun. Well, I’ve got one foot on the platform, The other foot on the train And I’m going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I’m one
