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

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