Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

[Originally by John

It's knowing that your is always open
And path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my bag
Rolled up and behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not
By forgotten words and
And the ink stains are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the
By the of my memory
That keeps you gentle on my mind

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

Though the fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the come between us
And some other man's cryin' to his
'Cause he turned and I was
I might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I see you walkin' on the backroads
By the flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup from a gurglin'
caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustling, towel, and
A dirty hat pulled low my face
cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to you to my breast and find
That waiting from the backroads
By the of my memories
Ever smilin' gentle on my mind