Luyện nghe bài hát Rising Sun Blues

There is a house down in New
They the Rising 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 merrily
And we'll drink to the of a rounder poor boy
Who goes from to town

The only thing a rounder needs
Is a and a trunk
And the only time satisfied
Is when on a drunk

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

Go tell my youngest
Not to do the things I've
But to that house down in New Orleans
They the Rising Sun

I'm back, back to New Orleans
For my race is run
Gonna the rest of my wicked life
Beneath Rising Sun