Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

It's not clinging to the and ivy
Planted on columns now that bind me
Or that 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 track and find
That you're moving on the roads
By the rivers of my
And for you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat and the clothes lines
And the and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her
she turned and I was gone
I might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm
Oh but not to where I see you walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers gentle on my mind

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