Luyện nghe bài hát When The Bees Are In The Hive

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

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

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

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

By the old mill sits the lonely maid
And her face was the spring rose far away
While she looked down in the silver 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 still in her heart is burning
As the old mill wheel turns 'round it to say