Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

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

By the mill sits the Miller's pretty daughter
Her cheeks are like the first red rose of
Her voice sounds just like the rippling water
As so she hums an old love tune

But soon her of joy has turned to sorrow
Her now has come to say goodbye
She of a sad and lonely morrow
And he hugs her as she murmers a sigh

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

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

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