Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

Eileen achara I someone tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother 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 while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and brightly and ringing
Thrills the sweet voice of the young singing

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

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

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

The shakes her head on her lips lays her fingers
Steals up from her seat longs to go and yet
A glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts one foot on the stool spins the 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 steps then leap to the arms of her lover

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

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