Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's just knowing that 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 it's knowing I'm not
By forgotten and bonds
And the ink stains have dried upon some line,
That you in the back roads
By the of my memory,
That keeps you ever on my mind.

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

Though the wheat fields and the
And the and the highways come between us,
And some other crying to her mother
she turned and I was gone.
I still run in silence, tears of joy
stain my face and the summer sun
Might burn me I'm blind,
But not to where I see you
Walkin' on the back roads, by the
gentle on my mind.

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