Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

[Originally by Hartford]

It's knowing that your door is open
And your is free to walk
That me tend to leave my sleeping bag
up and stashed behind your couch
And it's I'm not shackled
By words and bonds
And the ink that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the
By the rivers of my
That keeps you ever gentle on my

It's not clinging to the and ivy
on their columns now that bind us
Or something that somebody
Because they thought we fit walking
just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some track and find
That you're on the backroads
By the of my memory
And for you're just gentle on my mind

the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come us
And some other man's to his mother
he turned and I was gone
I still might run in 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 on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my

I dip my cup of soup back from a
Cracklin' caldron in some train
My beard a rustling, towel, and
A hat pulled low across my face
Through hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and
That you're waiting the backroads
By the of my memories
Ever ever gentle on my mind