There is a house in New Orleans
– 新奥尔良有一所房子
They call the rising sun
– 他们称之为旭日
And it’s been the ruin of many poor soul
– 这是许多可怜的灵魂的毁灭
And, Lord, my father’s one
– 主啊,我父亲的一个
My mother, she’s a tailor
– 我妈妈,她是个裁缝
She sews those new blue jeans
– 她缝那些新的蓝色牛仔裤
To keep my gambling father drunk
– 让我的赌博父亲喝醉
Deep down in New Orleans
– 在新奥尔良的深处
It’s a happy, happy, happy
– 这是一个快乐,快乐,快乐
Happy, fun day, day
– 快乐,有趣的一天
Like a bird flying over forest fire
– 就像一只鸟飞过森林的火
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
– 我父亲感觉到他翅膀下的热量
And in debt he leaves for another town
– 他负债累累地去了另一个城镇
Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks
– 他在那里赌博,喝醉了,他还在喝酒
My mother hides from pleasure
– 我的母亲隐藏的乐趣
And thinks of father on her knees
– 想起父亲跪在地上
Lifted in the arms of God
– 在上帝的怀抱中举起
Away from New Orleans
– 远离新奥尔良
Happy, happy, happy
– 快乐,快乐,快乐
Happy, fun day, day
– 快乐,有趣的一天
Happy, happy, happy
– 快乐,快乐,快乐
Happy, fun day, day
– 快乐,有趣的一天

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