Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing your door is always open
And your path is to walk
makes me tend 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 have dried upon line
That keeps you in the back by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my

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

just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I along some railroad 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 yards and the highways come us
And some woman crying to her mother
she turned and I was gone

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

I dipped my cup of soap back from a gurgling caltron
In some yard
My beard a roughen coal and a dirty hat
That pulled low my face

Through cupped around a tin
Can I pretend to you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my
smiling ever gentle on my mind