Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your is always open
And your path is free to
That me tend to leave 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 dried up on line

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

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

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

you're moving on the backroads
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 come between us
And some woman's crying to her mother
'Cause she and you were gone

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

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

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

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

That you're from the backroads
By the rivers of my
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my