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 guitars and drive old trucks
Make 'em be and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
never stay home and they're always alone
Even with they love

ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old Levis

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

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 babies grow up to be
never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone love

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

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

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

Mamas, don't let your grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're alone
with someone they love

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

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