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

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