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 grandmother
is crooning and and drowsily knitting.

cho: cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's
and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet of the young maiden singing.

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

a form at the casement, the form of her true 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 moon's brightly.

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

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

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

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