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

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