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The Rising Sun

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Melody adapted by Lingo House from the transcription by Ole V. Villumsen (CC BY 4.0).

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There is a house in New Orleans,

Hay una casa en Nueva Orleans,

It's called the Rising Sun,

Se llama el Sol Naciente,

It's been the ruin of a many poor girl,

Ha sido la ruina de muchas chicas pobres,

Great God and I for one.

Dios mío, y yo soy una de ellas.

If I had of listened to what my mother said,

Si hubiera escuchado lo que dijo mi madre,

I'd be at home today,

Estaría en casa hoy,

But I was young and foolish poor girl

Pero era una chica pobre, joven e insensata

Let a rounder lead me astray.

Dejé que un vividor me llevara por el mal camino.

Oh mother, mother, tell me why

Oh madre, madre, dime por qué

You treat that rounder cold,

Tratas con frialdad a ese vividor,

I'd rather be that rounder's wife

Prefiero ser la esposa de ese vividor

Than to wear your crown of gold.

Que llevar tu corona de oro.

Now tell my sister in Baltimore,

Ahora dile a mi hermana en Baltimore,

Not to do as I have done

Que no haga lo que yo hice

To shun that house in New Orleans,

Que evite esa casa en Nueva Orleans,

It's called the Rising Sun.

Se llama el Sol Naciente.

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