Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Singer

Seventeen she has been in this world
Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little mormon
She know 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 'cause she thinks I can bring her
The glamorous life of a singer

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

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

Alone in my room she leaves me again
I at the wall and see death 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 best songs are
And the don't care if you're old or you're young
And the martins are cheaper, and the are greener
And all of the angels are cowboy
Yes, and all of the angels are singers