Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

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

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

that noise I hear at the window I wonder
'Tis the little birds chirping the bush under
What 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 true
And he whispers with face I'm waiting for you love
Get up on your stool through the step lightly
We'll rove in the grove while the shining brightly

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

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

Lazily, swings now the wheel round
Slowly and is heard now the reel's sound
and light to the lattice above
The maid steps then leap to the arms of her

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

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