Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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

It's not to the rocks and ivy
Planted on columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody
Because thought we fit, together walking

just knowing that the world
Will not be or forgiving
When I walk some railroad track and find

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

the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the come between us
And some other woman's to her mother
'Cause she turned and you were

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

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

You dip your cup of soup, back a gurgling
Crackling caldron, in train yard
Your a roughening coal pile
And a dirty hat low across your face

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

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