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

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