Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

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

By the stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter
Her cheeks are like the red rose of June
Her sweet sounds just like the rippling water
As so tenderly she an old love tune

But soon her song of joy has to sorrow
Her now has come 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 sunlight to kiss the dew
While the old mill turns 'round I love you Mary
And when the are in the hive I'll come to you

By the old mill sits the maid repining
And her face was like the rose far away
While she looked down in the waters shining
And she sees her golden locks are with grey

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