Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the to shine is beginning
Close by the window Eileen is spinning
o'er the fire her grand grandmother sitting
is crooning and and drowsily knitting.

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

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

There's a form at the casement, the form of her true
And he with face bent, I'm waiting for you love
Get up on the stool, through the lattice lightly
And we'll rove in the while the moon's shining brightly.

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

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

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

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