Текст песни Bon Jovi - 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

In New Orleans, there is one house -
Where dawn meet ...
Under the wrath 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

There was my mother dressmaker simple
She sewed jeans at night.
Was a man games my father -
There, in New Orleans.

NOW THE ONLY THING A GAMBLER NEEDS
IS A SUITCASE AND A Trunk
And The Only Time He'll Be Satisfied
IS WHEN HE'S ALL A-DRUNK

Only two things are needed by the player:
Kotomka and friendship men's.
But happy can only be happy then
On the barrel when climbs.

Oh Mother, TELL YUR CHILDREN
NOT TO DO WHAT I Have Done
Spend Your Lives In Sin and Misery
IN THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

O Mother, you must say to your children:
Do not waste yourself like a father!
No need to walk to you to burn life
In the house where dawn meet.

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

One I stand on the platform,
Another leg is on the way.
Back, this city lies my route:
There are a chain 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 come back in New - Orleans -
Almost completed my race.
Latest rates - the last glass -
The last meeting of the dawn.

And God I Know I'm One ...

Well, already New - Orleans, here is the house -
Where dawn meet.
Thousands of shower - and mine among them -
There again and again disappear.

It seems right)))))) If not - who knows - let me know;)))