Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the to shine is beginning
by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent the fire her grand grandmother sitting
is and moaning and drowsily knitting.

cho: cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's
Sprightly and and merrily ringing
Sounds the voice of the young maiden singing.

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

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

cho: Merrily cheerily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily
Sounds the voice of the young 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 drowsy
Puts one foot on the stool the wheel with the other

Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel
and lowly 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 swings
and lower, and lower the reel rings
there the reel and the wheel stop spinning and moving
The grove the young lovers by are roving.