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

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

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

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

And each night a new day
And if you don't him and he don't die young
He'll just ride away

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

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

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

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

Mamas, don't let your babies up to be cowboys
They'll never stay 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 them old
Make 'em be and lawyers and such

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