Luyện nghe bài hát Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me, oh, Lord one
Go to tell my youngest brother, not to do as I have
Who shunned that house in New Orleans, they call the Sun

Go, fill the glasses to the brim and let the go marry round
We'll drink to the half of a rounder, poor boy who goes town to town
The only a rounder needs is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he is satisfied is when he's on a

So shun house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun
been the ruin of many poor boy and me, oh, Lord poor one