Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

Mellow the to shine is beginning
Close to the window yound is spinning
Bent over the fire her blind sitting
Is crooning and and drowsily knitting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Merrily, cheerily, whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily
Thrills the sweet voice of the maiden 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 lovers by moonlight are