Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's that your door is always open
And your is free to walk
That makes me to leave my sleeping bag
up and stashed behind your couch
And it's I'm not shackled
By forgotten and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon line

keeps you in the backroads
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 that me
Or that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together
It's just knowing that the will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some track and find

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

the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the come between us
And other woman's cryin' to her mother
she turned and I was gone
I still might 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
By the flowing gentle on my mind

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

That waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my
Ever ever gentle on my mind