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

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