Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

Eileen achara I 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, whirring
Swings the wheel, the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily
Thrills the voice of the young maiden singing

What's that I hear at the window I wonder
'Tis the little birds the holly bush under
What makes you be shovin' and your stool on
And singing all wrong that old of the coolin'

There's a form at the casement the of her true love
And he with face 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 maiden singing

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

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

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

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