Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

Though the wheat fields and the clothes
And the junkyards and the highways between us
And some other crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and you were

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

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

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

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

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