Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to
makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your
And it's knowing I'm not by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have upon some line
keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Keeps you ever gentle on my
It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted on columns now that binds me
Or because that somebody said because they we fit together walking
And it's knowin' the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad and find
That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my
And for hours you're gentle on my mind
Though the wheet and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come us
And other woman's cryin' to her mother cause she turned and I was gone
I might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me till I'm
But not to where I see you walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowing on my mind
I dipped my cup of soap from a gurgling crackling caltron in some train yard
My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low my face
Through cupped round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That waving from the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever ever gentle on my mind