Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to is beginning
Close by the window young is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her grand sitting
is and moaning and drowsily knitting.

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

Eileen, a chara, I someone tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass
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 with 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 noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's
Sprightly and lightly and ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of the maiden singing.

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

Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel
Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice her
The steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.

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