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 sitting
Is crooning and and drowsily knitting

Eileen achara I hear tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother against the flapping
Eilly I hear somebody sighing
'Tis the mother dear of the summer winds dying

Merrily, cheerily, whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's
Sprightly and and airily 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 song of the

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

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 singing

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

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

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

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