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

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