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 cheeks are the first red rose of June
Her sweet voice sounds just like the water
As so tenderly she an old love tune

But soon her of joy has turned to sorrow
Her sweetheart now has to say goodbye
She of a sad and lonely morrow
And he her as she murmers with 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 wheel turns 'round I love you
And when the bees are in the hive come to you

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

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