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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 gambling 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

There is no house in New Orleans
They named the Rising Sun.
O, home ruined and no girls!
If playboy back, await to none.

My mother 'gewgaw' - a slut
(No one wears her jeans)
Flabby malt-man my dad,
I swim in new New Orleans.

Only thing inebriated needs -
Nice malt and whiskey glass,
He 'fluent' when he harassed kids -
Brutal emotional nut... Alas!

Oh, parents, hold in! Your honeys!
Don't smite them, ward is done.
Your children alive; not in the evil
House of the Rising Sun.

That pond - town New Orleans - thrall!
We fight hotfoot. Gone,never back!
'NO!' to that home of illegal,
To inebriate or to maniac.

There is no house in New Orleans
They named the Rising Sun.
Heal it! Only power of beauty wins!
Look, bad and criminal gone!

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Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.
Gun it comin' off the line Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona

Ooh, my fatty one, my fatty one
When you gonna wake up, it's time, Sharon-a?
Ooh, I cry again, cry more again
Ooh, guns rule home tonight, don't give up.
Evil enemy minds, here, get up for hostility
of the rotten, scurvy kind...not plenum, torture momentum
My my my i yi woo M M M My poor Sharon-a?

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I said it in Hebrew, I said it in Dutch,
I said it in German and Greek;
But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much)
That English is what you speak

I tried in Hindi, Mexicano,
Language of Mikados, Yiddish
Twenty which live, but a nitwit (hurts!)
Omitted Shakespeare's British language

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Ebony and ivory
Live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard,
Oh Lord, why don't we?

Hi, dodo boy, phony biddy!
Oh, my lady granny!
Now we have black President -
Is time for everyone to reorient!

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"I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

Wish and gesture for equalities of coloured leader turned to be vital event in American history. The hep man meant 'The Hate Hell'; United States validated the law.

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Mr. Lonely

Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely,
I have nobody for my own.
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely,
wish I had someone to call on the phone

I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier,
Away from home through no wish of my own.
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely,
I wish that I could go back home.

Letters, never a letter,
I get no letters in the mail.
I've been forgotten, yeah, forgotten,
Oh how I wonder how is it I failed.

I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier,
Away from home through no wish of my own.
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely,
I wish that I could go back home

I'm Gilad Shalit.

Four years ago I was captured in a cross-border violent raid by Hamas.

Since then I'm hidden within an old, smelly remote gaol.
In my cell there's no one to talk to, no wife, books, radio or television.

I can't write letters to my family or read theirs.

Glum hermit, not fervent to be glum. Oh my, how alone! I'm so alone, in hell!

Oh, my horrid life, one nightmare!

Ooh, how hollow, how lonely my moments!

Ooh, how gloomy, how infinitely lonely my life!

Hell!

Oh Mommy, why?

Yes, I yell - HOW? WHY?

Folly!

HOME!

I WANT HOME NOW!

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Updated: May 10, 2016

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