Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

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

Eileen, a chara, I someone tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother the glass flapping
Eileen, I surely hear sighing
'Tis the sound mother dear of the 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 lattice step
And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's brightly.

cho: Merrily cheerily noisily
Swings the wheel spins the while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily
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 turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one on the stool spins the wheel with the other

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

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