Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

It's knowing your door is always open
And your path is to walk
That makes me tend to my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind couch.

It's knowing I'm not
By forgotten and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried some lines
That keeps you on the roads
By the rivers of my
And keeps you gentle on my mind.

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

It's just knowing that the
not be cursing or forgiving
When I along some railroad track and find
That waiting on the back roads
By the rivers of my
For hours you're gentle on my mind.

the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the and the highways come between us,
And some other crying
To her mother she turned and I was gone,

Well I still run in silence,
of joy might stain my face,
And the summer sun burn me till I'm blind,
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back
By the rivers gentle on my mind.

Well I dip my cup of soup
From a gurglin' bubblin' cauldron in some train
My a-roughenin' coal pile
And a hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my and find
That you're waitin' on the roads
By the of my memory
smilin', ever gentle on my mind.