Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

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

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

There's a form at the casement, the form of her true
And he whispers face bent, I'm waiting for you love
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
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the stirring
Sprightly and lightly and ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of the young singing.

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

Lazily, easily, swings now the round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's
and light to the lattice above her
The maid steps, 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 the young lovers by moonlight are roving.