Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is
Close by the young Eileen is spinning
o'er the fire her grand grandmother sitting
is and moaning and drowsily knitting.

cho: Merrily cheerily noisily
Swings the wheel the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and 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 hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound mother of the autumn winds dying.

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

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

The maid shakes her head, on her lips her fingers
up from the seat, longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her grandmother
Puts one foot on the 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 maid steps, leaps to the arms of her lover.

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