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( House Of The Rising Sun ) [ SlowRock ] Chiều vàng.. nhẹ rơị. khắp chân trời Thấp thoáng.. cánh chim.. về nguồn Dưới ánh nắng.. nhà tranh.. quá tiêu điều Bao nhiêu năm.. hiên ngang.. đứng trơ nhìn chiều rơi .. .. .. .. .. .. Kiếp sống.. hẩm hiụ. đời giang hồ Cất tiếng hát.. hát quên.. chuyện đời Tiếng hát xé.. tan làn mây chiều đem reo rắc đau thương đến chân trời nào đâu Nếu biết thế.. kiếp sau, thề xin làm vách lá dưới mái tranh.. nghèo nàn.. Sớm tốị. gió sương đượm màu phong trần nhưng không hay trước cuộc tình đổi thay Chuyện yêu đương như áng mây trờị. Sớm đến.. tối đị. mặc tình Nếụ. có yêu thì thì xin ngườị. một lời thôi Dù một lờị. dối gian ngoàị. đầu môị.... [Intro 1] Distortion. Mutẹ |-xx-xx-x--||-x---x---x--| |-xx-xx-x--||-x---x---x--| |-xx-xx-x--||-x---x---x--|x8 |-xx-xx-x--||-x---x---x--| |-xx-xx-x--||-x---x---x--| |-xx-xx-x--||-x---x---x--| [Intro 2] Am C Dmaj F Am E Am E e---------------2-----1---------------------| B---1-----1-----3-----1----1--------1-------| G---2-----0-----2-----2----2---1----2----1--| Ð--2-----2-----------3----2---2----2----2--| A---------3--------------------2---------2--| E-------------------------------------------| [Verse:] Am C Dmaj F There is a house in New Orleans Am C E They Call the rising sun Am C Dmaj F and It's been the ruin of many a poor boy Am E Am And god, I know Im onẹ [Verse 2:] Am C Dmaj F Oh mother, tell your children, Am C E Not to do what I have done Am C Dmaj F why you Spend your lives in sin and misery, Am E Am In the "House of the Rising Sun" Am C Dmaj F Well, there is a house in New Orleans, Am C E They call the "Rising Sun", Am C E And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, Am E Am And God, I know, Ím onẹ Order: [Intro1] [Intro2] [Verse1] [Intro2] [Verse1] [Intro2] [Intro1] [Verse1] [Intro1] Verse 2 is just verse 1 then intro!!! House Of The Rising Sun (*) (Traditional English ballad) Lyrics by: Georgia Turner and Bert Martin There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun. Been the ruin of a many a poor gal, And me, oh, God, Ím one! If Íd a-listened what mama said Íd a-been at home todaỵ Being so young and foolish, poor boy, I let a gambler lead me astraỵ My mother, shés a tailor, She sewed those new blue jeans. My sweetheart, hés a drunkard, Lord, Drinks down in New Orleans. The only thing a drunkard needs Is a suitcase and a trunk; The only time hés satisfied Is when hés on a drunk. Fills his glasses to the brim, Passes them around, The only pleasure that he gets out of life Is a-hoboin' from town to town. Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done, To shun that house in the New Orleans That they call the Risin' Sun! One foot's on the platform, The other on the train, Ím going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. Going back to New Orleans, My time is almost done; Going back to spend my life Beneath that Rising Sun. |
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