Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

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

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

the wheat fields 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 my face and the summer sun
burn me till I'm blind,
But not to I cannot see you
Walkin' on the back roads, by the
gentle on my mind.

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