Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is
Close to the window Eileen is spinning
Bent over the fire her blind grandmother
Is crooning and and drowsily knitting

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

Merrily, cheerily, whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily
Thrills the sweet voice of the 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 singing all wrong that old of the coolin'

a form at the casement the form of her true love
And he with 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, whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily
Thrills the sweet voice of the young singing

The maid shakes her head on her lips lays her
Steals up her seat longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one on the stool spins the wheel with the other

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

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

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