Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle On My Mind

[Originally by Hartford]

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 knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten and bonds
And the ink stains are dried upon some line
keeps you in the backroads
By the of my memory
That you ever gentle on my mind

It's not to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that us
Or something that somebody
Because thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some track and find
you're moving on the backroads
By the of my memory
And for hours just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the lines
And the junkyards and the highways between us
And other man's cryin' to his mother
'Cause he and I was gone
I still might run in silence of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you on the backroads
By the rivers gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a
Cracklin' caldron in some train
My a rustling, cold towel, and
A dirty hat low across my face
Through cupped 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and
That you're waiting from the
By the of my memories
Ever ever gentle on my mind