Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

[Originally by John

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

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

Though the wheat and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the come between us
And other man's cryin' to his mother
he turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might my face
And the summer sun burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the
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 dirty hat pulled low my face
Through hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my and find
That waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my
smilin' ever gentle on my mind