Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's knowin' that door is always open
And your path is free to
makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your
And knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried some line
keeps you in the back roads
By the of my memory
keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that me
Or something that somebody said
They thought we fit together
It's just knowing the world
Will not be cursing or
When I walk along some track and find
That you're on the back roads
By the of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my

Though the wheat fields and the clothes
And the and the highways come between us
And some other woman's to her mother
she turned and I was gone
I still might run in
of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might me till I'm blind
But not to where I see
You walkin' on the roads
By the rivers flowin' on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron
In some train
My a rustlin' coal pile
And a dirty hat low across my face
cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my and find
That you're waitin' from the roads
By the of my memory
Ever smilin', ever on my mind