Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

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

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

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

When the bees are in the and the honey in the comb
And the golden bends to kiss the dew
While the old mill wheel turns 'round I you Mary
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 spring far away
While she down in the silver waters shining
And she her golden locks are dimmed with grey

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