Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Singer

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

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

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

And her voice is shining the moon and the stars
And she plays so unspoiled on two-bit guitar
Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the
And I and anoint her a cowboy singer

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

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