Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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

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

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

That you're on the backroads
By the rivers of my
And for hours you're gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes
And the and the highways come between us
And other woman's crying to her mother
'Cause she and you were gone

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

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

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

Through cupped hands the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and

That you're waiting the backroads
By the of my memories
Ever smiling, ever on my mind