Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to is beginning
by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the her grand grandmother sitting
is crooning and and drowsily knitting.

cho: Merrily cheerily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the stirring
Sprightly and and merrily ringing
the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

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

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

cho: Merrily cheerily noisily
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the stirring
Sprightly and lightly and ringing
the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

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

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

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