Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

When The Bees Are In The - Bill Monroe
(Bryan/Mills)

By the mill stream sits the pretty daughter
Her are like the first red rose of June
Her sweet voice sounds like the rippling water
As so tenderly she hums an old tune

But her song of joy has turned to sorrow
Her sweetheart now has to say goodbye
She thinks of a sad and morrow
And he hugs her as she with a sigh

When the are in the hive and the honey in the comb
And the golden bends to kiss the dew
While the old mill wheel turns 'round I love you
And the bees are in the hive I'll come to you

By the old sits the lonely maid repining
And her was like the spring rose far away
While she looked down in the silver waters
And she sees her golden locks are dimmed grey

Long she's waited there for his returning
All in she's thinking he'll come back someday
For the of hope still in her heart is burning
As the old mill turns 'round it seems to say