Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

cho: Merrily cheerily noisily
Swings the spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
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 flapping
Eileen, I hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound mother dear of the 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, the lattice step lightly
And we'll rove in the grove while the shining brightly.

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

The maid her head, on her lips lays her fingers
up from the seat, longs 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 is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and to the lattice above her
The maid steps, then to the arms of her lover.

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