Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

[Originally by John

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

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

Though the wheat fields and the clothes
And the junkyards and the highways come us
And some other man's cryin' to his
'Cause he turned and I was
I still might run in silence of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me I'm blind
But not to I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing on my mind

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