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

Mamas, don't let your grow up to be cowboys
let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be and lawyers and such.

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're alone
Even with someone love

A cowboy ain't easy to and he's harder to hold
rather give you a song than silver or gold
Budwiser and soft faded Wrangler's
And each night a new day
If you understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride

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

A cowboy loves smoky ol' pool rooms and clear mountain
Little warm puppies and and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't him and them that do
Sometimes know how to take him
He's not wrong, he's just different and 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 pick guitars and them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be
'Cause they'll stay home 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 old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll stay home and they're always alone