Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your door is always open and your is free to walk,
That makes me to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and and the ink stains that have dried upon some line,
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, that keeps you ever on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy on their columns now that bind me,
Or that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and
That you're moving on the back roads by the of my memory and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.

Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come us,
And some other woman's crying to her 'cause she turned and I was gone.
I still might run in silence, of joy might stain my face and the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind,
But not to I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads, by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.

I dip my cup of soup back from a the gurglin', crackling in some train yard;
My beard a coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face;
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can, I to hold you to my breast and find,
That you're wavin' the back roads by the rivers