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 grandmother
Is and moaning and drowsily knitting

Eileen achara I hear tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother the glass flapping
I surely hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound mother dear of the summer dying

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

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

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

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly
Swings the wheel, the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily
Thrills the sweet voice of the young singing

The maid her head on her lips lays her fingers
up from her seat longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy
Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the

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

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

Slower and and slower the wheel swings
Lower and lower and the reel rings
Ere the reel and the wheel there ringing and moving
Through the grove the young by moonlight are roving