Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lazily, easily, swings now the round
and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice her
The maid steps, 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.