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 the glasses to the brim
Let the drinks go merrily
And drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
Who goes from to town

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

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

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

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