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
let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and and such

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and always alone
Even with they love

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

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

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

Mamas, don't let your babies up to be cowboys
They'll never stay and they're always alone
Even someone they love

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

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

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

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

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys