Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

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

It's not to the rocks
And ivy planted on columns now that bind me,
Or that somebody said
Because they thought we fit walkin'.
It's just knowing that the
Will not be or forgiving
I walk along some railroad track and find
That moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my and for hours
You're gentle on my mind.

Though the fields and the clotheslines
And the junkyards and the come between us,
And some other crying to her mother
she turned and I was gone.
I might run in silence, 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
Flowing on my mind.

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