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 first red 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 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 bends to the dew
While the old mill wheel turns 'round I you Mary
And when the bees are in the I'll come to you

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

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