Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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

knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgiving
When I walk along some track and find
You're on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my

Though the wheat and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the come between us
And some other woman crying to her
she turned and I was gone

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