Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is
Close by the young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her grandmother sitting
is crooning and moaning and knitting.

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

Eileen, a chara, I hear tapping
the ivy dear 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 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 while the shining brightly.

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

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

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

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