Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is
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 lightly and merrily
Sounds the sweet voice of the young singing.

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

There's a 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 the moon's shining brightly.

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

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

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

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