Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's just knowing that your door is open
And your path is to walk,
That makes me tend to my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind couch.
And it's I'm not shackled
By forgotten and bonds
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 their now that bind me,
Or something somebody said
Because thought we fit together walkin'.
It's just that the world
Will not be cursing or
When I walk along some railroad and find
That you're moving on the roads
By the rivers of my memory and for
You're gentle on my mind.

the wheat fields and the clotheslines
And the junkyards and the highways come us,
And some other woman's crying to her
she turned and I was gone.
I still might run in silence, of joy
Might stain my and the summer sun
burn me till I'm blind,
But not to I cannot see you
Walkin' on the roads, by the rivers
Flowing on my mind.

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