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
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and and such.

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

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

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be
Don't let 'em pick guitars and them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and

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

A cowboy loves ol' pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him and that do
Sometimes won't know how to him
He's not wrong, he's different and his pride won't let him do
Things to you think he's right

Mamas, don't let your babies up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and

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

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and

Mamas, don't let your babies up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're alone