Luyện nghe bài hát Rising Sun Blues

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Sun
And it's been the ruin of a poor boy
And me, oh God, for one

Then fill the glasses to the
Let the drinks go around
And we'll to the health of a rounder poor boy
Who from town to town

The thing that a rounder needs
Is a and a trunk
And the only time satisfied
Is when he's on a

Now boys, don't believe what a girl you
Though her be blue or brown
Unless she's on scaffold high
Saying, "Boys, I come down"

Go my youngest brother
Not to do the things I've
But to shun house down in New Orleans
They call the Sun

I'm going back, back to New
For my race is run
Gonna spend the rest of my wicked
that Rising Sun