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 they're to hold.
They'd give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old levis,
And each begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he die young,
He'll prob'ly ride away.

Mamas, don't let your grow 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 babies up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never home and they're always alone.
Even with someone love.

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

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