🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Black Is The Colour - Cara Dillon

 Black Is The 
 
  is the colour of my true loves hair
 His lips are like  roses fair
 He has  sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
 And I love  ground whereon he stands
 I love  love and well he knows
 I love the ground whereon  goes
 I wish that day would  come
 When he and I can  as one
 
 I  to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
 For satisfied I never 
 I write him letters just a few  lines
 And I  death ten thousand times
 
 Black  the colour of my true loves hair
 His lips  like some roses fair
  has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
 And I love the ground whereon  stands
 I love the ground whereon he 
 I love I  I love the ground whereon he stands