Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your is always open
And your path is to walk
That me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your

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

That you in the backroads
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 that me
Or something that somebody
they thought we fit, together walking

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

you're moving 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 woman's to her mother
'Cause she and you were gone

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

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

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

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

That you're waiting the backroads
By the rivers of my
Ever smiling, ever on my mind