Luyện nghe bài hát Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (from "The Electric Horseman")

Cowboys ain't easy to love and harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old levis,
And each night a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he die young,
He'll prob'ly just away.

Mamas, don't let your babies up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and and such.
Mamas don't let your grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll stay home and they're always alone.
Even with they love.

Cowboys like old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them do,
Sometimes won't 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 babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and and such.
Mamas don't let your grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're alone.
Even with someone love.