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

 Black Is The 
 
 Black  the colour of my true loves hair
 His lips  like some roses fair
 He has  sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
 And I love  ground whereon he stands
 I love my love and  he knows
 I love the ground whereon he 
 I wish that day would  come
 When he and I can be  one
 
 I go to the Clyde and I mourn and 
 For satisfied I  sleep
 I write him letters just a few short 
 And I suffer death ten  times
 
 Black is the colour  my true loves hair
 His lips are  some roses fair
 He has the  smile and the gentlest hands
 And I love the ground whereon he 
 I love  ground whereon he stands
 I love I love I love the ground whereon  stands