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 rather give you a 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 just ride away.

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 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 puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to him.
He ain't wrong, he's 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 or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and always alone.
with someone they love.