Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

Mellow the moonlight to is beginning
to the window yound Eileen is spinning
Bent over the fire her grandmother sitting
Is crooning and moaning and drowsily

Eileen achara I hear someone
'Tis the ivy dear mother against the flapping
Eilly I surely hear somebody
'Tis the sound mother dear of the summer winds

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

What's noise I hear at the window I wonder
'Tis the birds chirping the holly bush under
What makes you be 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 waiting for you
Get up on stool through the lattice step lightly
rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly

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

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

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

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

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