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 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 they're always
Even with they love

A cowboy ain't easy to and he's harder to hold
It means more to him to give you a song than silver or
Big buckles and soft faded Levi's
And night begins 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 and lawyers and such

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

A cowboy loves smoky ole rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and 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 grow up to be
let 'em pick guitars and drive 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 they're always
Even with someone they

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

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