House of the rising sun - 胡琳 (Bianca Wu)
词：Traditional
曲：Traditional
There is a house in new orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin' of many poor boys
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 he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
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
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And god I know I'm one