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 grandmother
is crooning and and drowsily knitting.

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

Eileen, a chara, I hear tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass
Eileen, I surely hear somebody
the sound mother 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, through the lattice step
And rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly.

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

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

Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel
Slowly and lowly is heard now the 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 rings
there the reel and the stop their spinning and moving
The grove the young by moonlight are roving.