Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

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

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

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

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

The maid her head, on her lips lays her fingers
Steals up the seat, longs to go and yet lingers
A glance turns 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 to the lattice above her
The maid steps, then leaps to the of her lover.

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