Luyện nghe bài hát Rising Sun Blues

There is a house in New Orleans
call the Rising Sun
And been the ruin of a many 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 goes from to town

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

Now boys, don't believe a girl tells you
Though her be blue or brown
Unless on some scaffold high
Saying, "Boys, I can't down"

Go tell my youngest
Not to do the I've done
But to shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Sun

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