Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is
Bent o'er the her grand grandmother sitting
is crooning and moaning and knitting.

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

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

There's a form at the casement, the 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 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 sweet voice of the maiden singing.

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

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

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