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

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