Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your is always open
And path is free to walk
That makes me tend to my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your
And knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some

keeps you in the backroads
By the of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my

It's not to the rocks and ivy
Planted on columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody
Because they we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and

That you're moving on the
By the of my memory
And for hours you're just on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the lines
And the and the highways come between us
And some other cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was
I still might run in silence tears of joy might my face
And the summer sun might burn me I'm blind

But not to I cannot see
You on the backroads
By the rivers flowing on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back a gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in train yard
My beard a coal pile,
And a hat pulled low across my face
cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to you to my breast and find

That you're from the backroads
By the of my memories
smilin' ever gentle on my mind