Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle on My Mind

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

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

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

It's knowing that the world
Will not be cursing or
When I walk along 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 junkyards and the highways between us,
And other woman's crying
To her mother she turned and I was gone,

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

Well I dip my cup of soup
From a gurglin' bubblin' cauldron in train yard
My beard coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my

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