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 and moaning and drowsily knitting

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

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly
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 that noise I at the window I wonder
the little birds chirping the holly bush under
What makes you be shovin' and moving your on
And singing all wrong that old song of the

There's a form at the casement the of her true love
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 while the moon's shining

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

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

Lazily, swings now the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's
and light 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
and brightly and airily ringing
Thrills the voice of the young maiden singing

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