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

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