Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

Though the wheat fields and the clothes
And the junkyards and the highways come us
And some other cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was
I still might run in silence of joy might stain my face
And the sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
Oh but not to where I cannot see you on the back roads
By the flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of back from a gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train
My a rustling, a cold towel, 
A dirty hat low across my face (across my face)
Through hands 'round the tin can
I to hold you to my breast and find
That you're from the back roads
By the rivers of my
Ever smilin' gentle on my mind
Gentle on my
You are gentle on my