Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is
Close to the window yound Eileen is
Bent over the fire her blind sitting
Is crooning and moaning and knitting

achara I hear someone tapping
'Tis the ivy dear against the glass flapping
Eilly I surely hear somebody
'Tis the sound mother of the summer winds dying

Merrily, cheerily, whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel the foot's stirring
Sprightly and and airily ringing
the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

What's that I hear at the window I wonder
'Tis the little birds chirping the holly bush
What you be shovin' and moving your stool on
And all wrong that old song of the coolin'

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

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the stirring
Sprightly and and airily ringing
Thrills the sweet voice of the maiden singing

The maid shakes her head on her lays her fingers
Steals up from her seat to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her grandmother
Puts one foot on the stool the wheel with the other

Lazily, easily now the wheel round
Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound
Noisless and to the lattice above
The maid then leap to the arms of her lover

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel the foot's stirring
and brightly and airily ringing
Thrills the voice of the young maiden singing

Slower and slower and slower the wheel
and lower and lower the reel rings
Ere the and the wheel stopped there ringing and moving
Through the grove the lovers by moonlight are roving