Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

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

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

What's that noise I at the window I wonder
'Tis the little 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 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, noiselessly
the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and airily
the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

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

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

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

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