Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

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

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

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

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

The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her
up from the seat, longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her 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 wheel
and lower, and lower the reel rings
there the reel and the wheel their spinning and moving
The grove the young lovers by are roving.