Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your is always open
And your is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my bag rolled up
And behind your couch

It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten and bons
And the ink stains that dried upon some line
That you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not to the rocks
And I'd be planted on columns now that bind me
Or something somebody said
Because they we fit together walking

It's knowin' that the world not be cursin' or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and
You're movin' on the back by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just on my mind

Though the wheat and the clothes lines
And the junk and the highways come between us
And some woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was

I still run in silence, of joy stain my face
And a summer sun burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I see you walking on the back roads
By the rivers flowing on my mind