Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

Though the fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between us,
And some other 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 me till I'm blind,
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads, by the rivers flowing on my mind.

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