Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Singer

Seventeen years she has been in world
Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little girl
She don't I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm old
Sweet Jesus forgive me but she in my soul

'Cause she in the future and the family tree
And she thinks there's a spark of good left in me
And she comes to my door 'cause she I can bring her
The glamorous life of a singer

I rise from my bed to her hand at the
I like the devil and I'm feelin' like hell
But she don't seem to and she steps right inside
For to sing me the that she made up last night

And her is shining with the moon and the stars
And she plays so unspoiled on that guitar
love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer
And I doom and anoint her a cowboy

Alone in my room when she me again
I stare at the and see death closin' in
But I like to imagine I will meet her
In a land at the end of this lonesome

In a fine high country where the best songs are
And the labels don't care if old or you're young
And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are
And all of the angels are cowboy
Yes, and all of the angels are cowboy