Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Singer

Seventeen years she has 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 gets in my

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

I from my bed to her hand at the bell
I look like the devil and I'm feelin' hell
But she seem to notice and she steps right inside
For to sing me the song she made up last night

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

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

In a fine country where the best 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 are cowboy singers
Yes, and all of the are cowboy singers