Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

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

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel 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 I wonder
'Tis the little birds chirping the holly under
makes you be shovin' and moving your stool on
And singing all wrong old song of the coolin'

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

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

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

Lazily, easily swings now the wheel
Slowly and lowly is heard now the sound
Noisless and to the lattice above
The maid steps then leap to the arms of her

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

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