Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's just knowing your door is always open
And your is free to walk,
That me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind couch.
And it's I'm not shackled
By words and bonds
And the ink that have dried upon some line,
keeps you in the back roads
By the of my memory,
keeps you ever gentle on my mind.

It's not to the rocks
And ivy planted on columns now that bind me,
Or something that said
Because they we fit together walkin'.
It's knowing that the world
Will not be cursing or
When I walk along railroad track and find
you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for
You're just on my mind.

Though the fields and the clotheslines
And the and the highways come between us,
And some other woman's to her mother
she turned and I was gone.
I still run in silence, tears of joy
Might my face and the summer sun
Might me till I'm blind,
But not to I cannot see you
on the back roads, by the rivers
Flowing on my mind.

I dip my cup of back from a the
Gurglin', cauldron in some train yard;
My beard a roughn'ning coal and a dirty hat
Pulled low my face;
Through cupped 'round a tin can,
I to hold you to my breast and find,
That you're from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for
You're gentle on my mind...