Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lazily, easily, swings now the round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the sound
Noiseless and to the lattice above her
The steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.

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