Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's just knowing that your is always open
And your path is to walk,
That me tend 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 that have dried upon some line,
keeps you in the back roads
By the of my memory,
That keeps you gentle on my mind.

It's not clinging to the
And ivy on their columns now that bind me,
Or something that somebody
they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's just knowing that the
Will not be cursing or
When I walk some 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 fields and the clotheslines
And the and the highways come between us,
And some woman's crying to her mother
she turned and I was gone.
I might run in silence, tears of joy
Might stain my and the summer sun
burn me till I'm blind,
But not to where I see you
Walkin' on the roads, by the rivers
gentle on my mind.

I dip my cup of back 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 you to my breast and find,
That you're wavin' from the back
By the rivers of my and for hours
You're gentle on my mind...