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 my sleeping bag
Rolled up and behind your couch

And it's knowing I'm not
By words and boons
And the ink
That dried upon some line

That you in the back roads
By the rivers of my
you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the and I'd be planted
On columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody
Because they thought we fit together

It's just knowing that the will not be cursin' or forgivin'
When I along some railroad track and find
That you're on the back roads
By the rivers of my

And for hours you're just gentle on my
Though the wheat fields and the lines
And the junk yards and the highways come us

And some other woman 's to her mother
'Cause she and I was gone
I might run in silence tears of joy, might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me I'm blind

But not to I cannot see you
Walking on the back
By the rivers flowing gentle on my

I dipped my cup of soap from a gurglin'
Cracklin' caltron in train yard
My beard a coal pile
And a dirty hat low across my face

cupped hands round a tin
Can I pretend to hold you to my and find
That waving from the back roads
By the rivers of my
Ever just gentle on my mind