Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

cho: Merrily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the stirring
and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the voice of the young maiden singing.

Eileen, a chara, I hear tapping
the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping
Eileen, I surely somebody 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 face bent, I'm waiting for you
Get up on the stool, the lattice step lightly
And we'll rove in the grove the moon's shining brightly.

cho: Merrily cheerily whirring
the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and and merrily ringing
the sweet 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 on the stool spins 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 their spinning and
The grove the lovers by moonlight are roving.