Joan Baez 的歌

House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, oh God, am one

If you had listened to what your momma said
You'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh Lord
You let a gambler lead you astray

Go tell my baby sister
Don't do as I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

I'm going back to New Orleans
Your race is almost run
I'm going back to lay my head
Beneath that rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, I'm one, oh God
And me, oh God, am one

You poor girl, you are one
鏈結程序超慢要有耐心

曲名：Donna Donna 歌手：Joan Baez

On a wagon bound for market
there's a calf with a mournful eye,
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing.
They laugh with all their might,
Laugh and laugh
The whole day through
And half the summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.

Stop complaining, said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallows so proud and free?
How the winds are laughing.
They laugh with all their might,
Laugh and laugh
The whole day through
And half the summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.

Calves are easily bound
And slaughtered,
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like a swallow has learned to fly?
How the winds are laughing.
They laugh with all their might,
Laugh and laugh
The whole day through
And half the summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
鏈結程序超慢要有耐心