Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

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

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

What's noise I hear at the window I wonder
'Tis the little birds chirping the holly 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 form of her true
And he whispers with face bent I'm for you love
Get up on your through the lattice step lightly
We'll rove in the grove the moon's shining brightly

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

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

Lazily, swings now the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the sound
Noisless and to the lattice above
The maid steps then leap to the of her lover

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

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