Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's just knowing your door is always open
And path is free to walk,
That makes me to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not
By forgotten and bonds
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 now that 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 track and
That you're moving on the back
By the rivers of my memory and for
You're just on my mind.

Though the wheat and the clotheslines
And the junkyards and the highways between us,
And some other woman's to her mother
'Cause she and I was gone.
I might run in silence, tears of joy
Might stain my face and the sun
Might me till I'm blind,
But not to where I see you
Walkin' on the back roads, by the
gentle on my mind.

I dip my cup of soup from a the
Gurglin', crackling in some train yard;
My beard a roughn'ning pile and a dirty hat
low across my face;
Through hands 'round a tin can,
I pretend to you to my breast and find,
That wavin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my and for hours
You're gentle on my mind...