Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

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

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

There's a 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 step
And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's brightly.

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

The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her
Steals up from the seat, to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy
Puts one foot on the spins the wheel with the other

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

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