Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Wheel

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

cho: Merrily noisily whirring
Swings the spins 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 someone
'Tis the ivy dear mother against the flapping
Eileen, I surely somebody sighing
'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn dying.

There's a form at the casement, the of her true love
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 moon's brightly.

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

The maid her head, on her lips lays her fingers
Steals up 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, now the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice her
The maid steps, then to the arms of her lover.

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