Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

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

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

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 columns now that bind me
Or something somebody said
Because they thought we fit, walking

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

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

Though the wheat fields and the clothes
And the junkyards and the highways between us
And some other crying to her mother
'Cause she and you were gone

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

But not to I cannot see
You on the backroads
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 hands 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, ever on my mind