Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's that your door is always open
And your is free to walk
That me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your
And it's knowin' I'm not
By words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some
That you in the back roads
By the of my memory
That keeps you gentle on my mind

It's not clingin' to the and ivy
Planted on their columns now bind me
Or something that said because
They thought we fit walkin'
It's knowing that the world
not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad and find
you're movin' on the back roads
By the of my memory
And for hours just gentle on my mind

the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come us
And some woman's cryin' to her mother
'cause she turned and I was
I might run in silence
of joy might stain my face
And the sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I see
You on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my

I dip my cup of back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron
In some train
My beard a rustlin' pile
And a hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my and find
That waitin' from the back roads
By the of my memory
Ever smilin', gentle on my mind