Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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