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

Mamas, let your babies grow 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
'Cause they'll stay home and they're always alone
with someone they love

A ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
He'd rather you a song than silver or gold
Budwiser buckles and soft Wrangler's
And each night a new day
If you can't understand him and he die young
He'll just ride away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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