Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your door is open
And your path is free to
makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your

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

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

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

It's just knowing that the
not be cursing or forgiving
When I along some railroad 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 clothes
And the junkyards and the highways come us
And some other woman's to her mother
she turned and you were gone

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

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

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

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

That you're waiting the backroads
By the of my memories
Ever smiling, gentle on my mind