Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

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

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the 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 birds chirping the holly under
What you be shovin' and moving your stool on
And singing all wrong that old song of the

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

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

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

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

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

and slower and slower the wheel swings
Lower and lower and lower the rings
Ere the and the wheel stopped there ringing and moving
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are