作曲 : Traditional There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor souls And lord, my father is the one
My mother, she's a tailor She sews those blue blue jeans Keep my gambling father drunk Deep down in New Orleans
It's a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
Like a bird flying over forest fire My father feels the heat beneath his wings And in debt he yields for another tower Where he gambles and drunk he still drinks
My mother hides from pleasure Sees the father on her knees Left it in the arms of God Away from New Orleans
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional [01:34.77]There is a house in New Orleans [01:43.23]They call the Rising Sun [01:51.07]And it's been the ruin of many poor souls [01:59.84]And lord, my father is the one [02:06.53] [02:07.68]My mother, she's a tailor [02:13.01]She sews those blue blue jeans [02:21.16]Keep my gambling father drunk [02:25.34]Deep down in New Orleans [02:29.00] [02:30.98]It's a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day [02:39.34] [03:16.12]Like a bird flying over forest fire [03:24.06]My father feels the heat beneath his wings [03:31.48]And in debt he yields for another tower [03:40.57]Where he gambles and drunk he still drinks [03:47.26] [03:49.25]My mother hides from pleasure [03:53.84]Sees the father on her knees [04:01.89]Left it in the arms of God [04:06.38]Away from New Orleans [04:09.73] [04:12.86]Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day [04:23.41]Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
