Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

It's not to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that me
Or something that somebody because
They we fit together walkin'
It's just knowing that the
Will not be cursing or
When I walk along some track and find
That you're on the back roads
By the of my memory
And for hours you're gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the lines
And the and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her
'cause she and I was gone
I still might run in
Tears of joy stain my face
And the summer sun might me till I'm blind
But not to I cannot see
You walkin' on the roads
By the rivers flowin' on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cauldron
In some yard
My a rustlin' coal pile
And a dirty hat low across my face
Through cupped hands a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my and find
That you're waitin' the back roads
By the rivers of my
smilin', ever gentle on my mind