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 give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar buckles and old faded levis,
And each night a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he die young,
He'll prob'ly ride away.

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never home and they're always alone.
Even with they love.

Cowboys like old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and and girls of the night.
Them don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride let him,
Do to make you think he's right.

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