Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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

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

It's just 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 you're just gentle on my

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

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

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

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

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

That waiting from the backroads
By the of my memories
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my