Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Singer

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

'Cause she 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 she thinks 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 right inside
For to sing me the that she made up last night

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

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

In a fine high country where the songs are sung
And the labels don't if you're 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 cowboy