Luyện nghe bài hát Rising Sun Blues

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

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

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

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

Go tell my brother
Not to do the things done
But to that house down in New Orleans
call the Rising Sun

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