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 my sleeping bag
Rolled up and behind your couch

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

That keeps you in the
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
they thought we fit, together walking

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

That you're on the backroads
By the rivers of my
And for hours you're gentle on my mind

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

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

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

You dip your cup of soup, back from a
Crackling caldron, in train yard
Your a roughening coal pile
And a hat pulled low across your face

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

That you're waiting from the
By the rivers of my
smiling, ever gentle on my mind