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

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

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

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's to hold
He'd rather give you a song than silver or
Budwiser buckles and 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 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 up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never home and they're always alone
Even with someone they

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

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

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

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