Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that door is always open
And your is free to walk
makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed your couch

And it's I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and
And the ink stains that are dried up on some

keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my
And keeps you gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the and ivy
on their columns now that bind me
Or something somebody said
Because they thought we fit, walking

It's knowing that the world
Will not be or forgiving
When I along some railroad track and find

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

Though the wheat and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come us
And some other crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and you gone

I still run in silence
Tears of joy might my face
And the summer sun might me 'til I'm blind

But not to where I see
You on the backroads
By the flowing gentle on my mind

You dip cup of soup, back from a gurgling
Crackling caldron, in some yard
Your beard a roughening coal
And a dirty hat pulled low across your

cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to you to my breast and find

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