Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is
Close by the window Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her grandmother sitting
is crooning and moaning and knitting.

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

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

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

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

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

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