Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your door is always
And your path is to walk
That makes me tend to my sleeping bag
up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not
By forgotten words and
And the ink stains that are upon some line

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

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

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

Though the fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her
'Cause she and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my
And the sun might burn me 'til 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 from a
Cracklin' in some train yard
My beard a roughening pile,
And a dirty hat low across my face
Through hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to you to my breast and find

That waiting from the backroads
By the of my memories
Ever smilin' ever on my mind