Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

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

It's I'm not shackled
By words and bonds
And the ink stains that have upon some lines
keeps you on the back roads
By the of my memory
And keeps you gentle on my mind.

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

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

Though the fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the come between us,
And some woman's crying
To her cause she turned and I was gone,

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

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

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