Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

And it's knowing I'm not shacked by words and boons
And the ink stains that dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my
That keeps you ever gentle on my

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

It's just that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some track and find
That you're moving on the back roads by the of my memory
For hours just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the lines
And the junk and the highways come between us
And some woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was

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

I dipped my cup of soap back a gurgling crackling caltron
In train yard
My a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat
That low across my face

cupped hands around a tin
Can I pretend to hold you to my breast and
That waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
smiling ever gentle on my mind