Paroles de House of the rising sun

There is a house in new orleans,
They call the rising sun.
It`s been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh lord, i`m one.
My mother was a tailor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
My father was a gambling man, down in new orleans.
If i had listened to what my mother said,
I`d have been at home today,
But i was young and foolish, oh, god, let a rambler lead me astray.
Oh mothers, tell your children not to do what i have done,
To spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun.
I`m going back to new orleans, my race is almost run,
I`m going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun.

(the animals)