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

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

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

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or
Lonestar belt buckles and old Levis

And each night a new day
And if you understand him and he don't die young
You'll probably just ride

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 and such

Mamas, don't let your grow up to be cowboys
They'll stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone love

Cowboys smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children, of the night
And that don't know him won't like him and them that do

Sometimes won't how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's different but his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's

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

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

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys
let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and

Mamas, don't let your babies up to be cowboys