Luyện nghe bài hát Rising Sun Blues

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

Then the glasses to the brim
Let the go merrily around
And we'll drink to the of a rounder poor boy
Who goes town to town

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

Now boys, believe what a girl tells you
her eyes be blue or brown
Unless on some scaffold high
Saying, "Boys, I come down"

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

I'm back, back to New Orleans
For my is nearly run
spend the rest of my wicked life
Beneath that Sun