Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is
by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent the fire her grand grandmother sitting
is crooning and and drowsily knitting.

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

Eileen, a chara, I hear tapping
'Tis the ivy mother against the glass flapping
Eileen, I surely hear sighing
'Tis the 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, the lattice step lightly
And we'll rove in the grove while the shining brightly.

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

The maid her head, on her lips lays her fingers
up from the seat, longs 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 round
Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the above her
The maid steps, then leaps to the of her lover.

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