Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is
Bent o'er the her grand grandmother sitting
is crooning and moaning and knitting.

cho: Merrily cheerily whirring
the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily
Sounds the voice of the young maiden singing.

Eileen, a chara, I hear someone
'Tis the ivy dear against the glass flapping
Eileen, I surely hear somebody
'Tis the sound mother of the autumn winds dying.

There's a form at the casement, the of her true love
And he whispers with face bent, I'm for you love
Get up on the stool, through the step lightly
And we'll rove in the grove while the shining brightly.

cho: cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily
Sounds the sweet of the young maiden singing.

The maid her head, on her lips lays her fingers
Steals up from the seat, longs to go and yet
A glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel the other

Lazily, easily, swings now the round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the sound
and light to the lattice above her
The steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.

Slower and slower, and the wheel swings
and lower, and lower the reel rings
there the reel and the wheel stop their spinning and
The grove the young by moonlight are roving.