Luyện nghe bài hát House of the Rising Sun

There is a in New Orleans,
call the rising sun.
It`s been the for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I`m one.
My was a tailor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
my father was a gambling man, in New Orleans.
If I had listened to my mother said,
I`d been at home today,
but I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler me astray.
Oh Mothers, your children not to do what I have done,
to their lives in sin and misery
in the of the rising sun.
I`m back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I`m going back to spend my beneath the rising sun.

(The Animals)