Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that door is always open
And your path is free to
makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed 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 of my memory
And keeps you ever on my mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

You dip your cup of soup, from a gurgling
caldron, in some train yard
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 waiting from the backroads
By the of my memories
Ever smiling, gentle on my mind