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

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