Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the to shine is beginning
Close by the young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her grand grandmother
is and moaning and drowsily knitting.

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

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

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

Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the while the foot's stirring
and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet of the young maiden singing.

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

Lazily, easily, now the wheel round
Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the above her
The steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.

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