Luyện nghe bài hát The Spinningwheel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lazily, easily swings now the round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's
Noisless and to the lattice above
The maid steps then leap to the of her lover

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

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