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Текст (слова) песни: Muse - House Of The Rising Sun
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 he`ll 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
It`s been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, I`m a-one
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