Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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

not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on columns now that bind 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 moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my
And for hours just gentle on my mind

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

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

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

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

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

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