Luyện nghe bài hát Black Is The Color

Black is the of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some fair
the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the wheron she stands

I my love and well she knows
I love the whereon she goes.
But some I whish the day will come
That she and I be as one.

Black is the color of my true love`s
Her lips are like roses fair
the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the wheron she stands

I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and
But I never can sleep
I`ll write her a letter, a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand

Black is the of my true love`s hair
Her lips are some roses fair
the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground wheron she