Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is
Close by the window young is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her grand sitting
is crooning and and drowsily knitting.

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

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

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

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

The maid shakes her head, on her lays her fingers
Steals up from the seat, longs to go and yet
A frightened glance to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one on the stool spins 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 above her
The maid steps, then leaps to the of her lover.

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