Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that door is always open
And your path is to walk
makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your

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

keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my
Keeps you ever gentle on my

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

It's knowing that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin'
When I walk along some railroad and find
you're movin' on the back roads
By the 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 highways come us

And some other 's cryin' to her mother
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 I'm blind

But not to where I see you
on the back roads
By the rivers gentle on my mind

I dipped my cup of soap back from a
caltron in some train yard
My beard a coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low my face

Through cupped round a tin
Can I pretend to hold you to my breast and
you're waving from the back roads
By the of my memory
Ever you're just on my mind