Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's just knowing that your door is always
And path is free to walk,
That makes me tend to my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not
By forgotten words and
And the ink stains 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 columns now that bind me,
Or something that somebody
they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's knowing that the world
Will not be or forgiving
When I walk along railroad track and find
you're moving on the back roads
By the of my memory and for hours
just gentle on my mind.

Though the wheat fields and the
And the junkyards and the 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 stain my face and the sun
Might 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 from a the
Gurglin', crackling cauldron in train yard;
My beard a roughn'ning coal and a dirty hat
low across my face;
Through hands 'round a tin can,
I to hold you to my breast and find,
That you're wavin' from the roads
By the of my memory and for hours
You're gentle on my mind...