Nousevan auringon talo

Sinulla on tosiaankin ennustamisen lahja ja taito.Kuulehan,kertoisitko näin kahdenkesken....Mikä on enslauantain 7 oikein lottorivi..

nähnyt enneunia,ja kaikenlisäksi hereillä ollessani.

Olin lähdössä kapakkaan eräänä perjantai-iltana,ja näin ennen lähtöäni selvästi,että olisin klo 3.30 ns.perse auki ja joutuisin antamaan passin pantiksi taksikuskille.

Ja niinhän siinä sitten kävikin..

THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was gamblin' man Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun

Well I've got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain

Well there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one



Nousevan auringon talo

On paikka kuulu kurjuuden talo nousevan auringon On turmellut mun nuoruutein talo nousevan auringon

Mun äiti neuloi vaatteeni, hän syntiin langennut ei Mun faija - hän sai tuomion ja tiensä tyrmään vei

Kai ainut minkä tarvitsi oli korttipakka vaan Sai tyydytyksen parhaan hän vain juopotellessaan

Oi, äiti kerro lapselles että tieni väärä on Kun turhaan heitin nuoruutein taloon nousevan auringon

Olen monta kertaa paennut ja luullut päässeeni pois Nyt matkaan sinne takaisin eikö kukaan auttaa vois

On paikka kuulu kurjuuden talo nousevan auringon On turmellut mun nuoruutein, talo nousevan auringon




THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN - VERSIO 2:

1. There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, Oh Lord! was one

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed them new blue jeans.
My lover he was a gambler, Oh Lord,
|: Gambled down in New Orleans. :|

2. My lover, he was a gambling man
He went from town to town;
And the only time he was satisfied
Was when he drank his liquor down.

Now the only thing a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
And the only time he's ever satisfied
|: Is when he's on a drunk. :|

3. If I only list'nd when my dear mother said:
Beware, my child, when you roam,
Keep away from drunkards and all those gambling men,
It's best by far to come home.

Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
But to shun that house in New Orleans
|: That they call the Rising Sun. :|

4. With one foot on the platform,
And one foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain.

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run;
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
|: Beneath that Rising Sun. :|