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

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