2013年美国好声音 The House of the Rising Sun - Jacquie Lee

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the 'Rising Sun'

And it's been the ruin of many a young poor boy

And, God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

Sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing he ever needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's 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

With one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

I know he's back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well there is a house in New Orleans

They call the 'Rising Sun'

And its been the ruin of many a young poor boy

And, God, I know I'm one