Thereis a house in New Orleans. Ada sebuah rumah di New Orleans (Kota di Louisiana) They call the Rising Sun. Mereka menyebutnya The Rising Sun (Rumah Matahari Terbit). And it's been the ruin of many poor souls. Dan itu adalah (tentang) kehancuran banyak jiwa miskin. And lord, my father is the one. Dan penguasa, ayahku adalah salah satunya. MotionGraphics & VFX by Alan ChamberlainNew Music out now!Heaven Don't Have a Name: of the Rising Sun: https:// thereis a house in new orleans you call the rising sun it's been the ruin of many a poor soul and me, oh god, i'm one if i'd listened to what mama said i'd be at home today being so young and foolish, poor girl i let a gambler lead me astray my mother she's a tailor sews those new blue jeans my sweetheart, he's a drunkard, lord god he drinks Thereis a house in New Orleans, They call it the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh God, I'm one. There is a house in New Orleans, They call it the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh God, I'm one. If I had listened To what my mother said I'd've been at home today. But I was young and Thereis 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 She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk----- organ solo ----- Vay Tiền Nhanh Chỉ Cần Cmnd. There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh God, am one If you had listened to what your momma said You'd be at home today But I was young and foolish, oh Lord You let a gambler lead you astray Go tell my baby sister Don't do as I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, I'm one, oh God And me, oh God, am one You poor girl, you are one PriceHarga There is a house in New OrleansAda sebuah rumah di New OrleansThey call the Rising SunMereka memanggil Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor girlDan itu adalah kehancuran banyak gadis malangAnd God I know I'm oneDan Tuhan aku tahu aku satu My mother was a tailorIbuku penjahitSewed my new blue jeansMenjahit jeans biru barukuMy father was a gamblin' manAyahku adalah seorang pria gamblinDown in New OrleansTurun di New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needsSekarang satu-satunya yang dibutuhkan penjudiIs a suitcase and trunkAdalah koper dan koperThe only time he's satisfiedSatu-satunya saat dia puasIs when he's on a drunkApakah saat dia sedang mabuk? Oh, mother tell your childrenOh, ibu beritahu anak-anakmuNot to do what we have doneTidak melakukan apa yang telah kita lakukanSpend your lives in chear miseryHabiskan hidupmu dengan curangIn the House of the Rising SunDi House of the Rising Sun Well, there is a house in New OrleansNah, ada sebuah rumah di New OrleansThey call the Rising SunMereka memanggil Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many poor girlDan itu adalah kehancuran dari banyak gadis malangAnd God I know I'm oneDan Tuhan aku tahu aku satu The Doors The DoorsThe Doors 6 fans The Doors The Doors were an American rock band formed in 1965 in Los Angeles, California, with vocalist Jim Morrison, keyboardist Ray Manzarek, drummer John Densmore and guitarist Robby Krieger. The band took its name from Aldous Huxley's book The Doors of Perception, the title of which was a reference to a William Blake quotation "If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite." They were among the most controversial rock acts of the 1960s, due mostly to Morrison's wild, poetic lyrics and charismatic but unpredictable stage persona. After Morrison's death in 1971, the remaining members continued as a trio until finally disbanding in 1973. more » Year 2002 5,315 Views Playlists 8 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing 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 She 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 that he's satisfied Is when he's out 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 Rising Sun. 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. 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. The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing Written by Alan Price Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind first releasetraditional, arranged by bob dylan There is a house down in new orleans They call the risin sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh god, I'm a-one My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, lord 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 He fills his glasses up to the brim And hell pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin from town to town Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in new orleans They call the risin sun Well, it's one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm goin back to new orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm a-goin back to new orleans My race is almost run I'm goin back to end my life Down in the risin sun There is a house in new orleans They call the risin sun Its been the ruin of many poor girl And me, oh god, I'm a-one 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 oneIf I'd listened what my mama said Be at home today Bein' so young And foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astrayMy mother was a tailor Sews new blue jeans My sweetheart's is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New OrleansGo tell my baby sister Never do what I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call it the rising sunGoin' back to New Orleans Race is almost run Goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, oh now Beneath the rising, rising sun Now, nowYou come on by

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