Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Mamas, don't let your babies up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be
They'll stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone love

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to
And they'd rather give you a song diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt and old faded Levis

And night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die
He'll probably just ride

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em guitars and drive them old trucks
'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain
Little puppies and children, girls of the night
And them don't know him won't like him and them that do

Sometimes won't how to take him
He ain't wrong, just different but his pride won't let him
Do to make you think he's right

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be
Don't let 'em pick guitars and them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be
They'll never home and they're always alone
Even with someone they

Mamas, don't let your grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and

Mamas, don't let your grow up to be cowboys