Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody
Because they thought we fit walking
just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk some railroad track and find
That you're on the back roads
By the of my memory
And for you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the lines
And the junkyards and the highways come us
And some woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was
I still run in silence tears 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 walkin' on the roads
By the rivers gentle on my mind

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