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 grandmother
is and moaning and drowsily knitting.

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

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

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

cho: Merrily cheerily noisily
Swings the wheel spins the while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and ringing
the sweet voice 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 foot on the stool the wheel with the other

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

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