Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that door is always open
And your path is to walk
That makes me tend to my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed your couch
And it's knowing I'm not
By words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon line
That you on the back roads
By the of my memory
keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not to the rocks and ivy
on their columns now that bind me
Or something somebody said
they thought we fit together walking
It's knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back
By the of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my

Though the fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the come between us
And some woman's cryin' to her mother
she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me I'm blind
Oh but not to I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my

I dip my cup of soup back from a
caldron in some train yard
My a rustling, a cold towel, 
A hat pulled low across my face (across my face)
cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to you to my breast and find
you're waiting from the back roads
By the of my memories
smilin' ever gentle on my mind
Gentle on my
You are gentle on my