Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your is always open
And your path is free to
That makes me 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 up on some line

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

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

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

you're moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my
And for hours you're just 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 turned and you gone

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

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

You dip your cup of soup, back 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 to hold you to my breast and find

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