Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's just knowing that your door is open
And your is free 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 stains that have dried upon 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 their columns now bind me,
Or something that said
they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's knowing that the world
Will not be cursing or
When I walk along some 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 junkyards and the highways come us,
And some woman's crying to her mother
she turned and I was gone.
I still run in silence, tears of joy
Might stain my and the summer sun
Might me till I'm blind,
But not to where I see you
Walkin' on the roads, by the rivers
Flowing on my mind.

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