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

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 grow up to be
They'll never stay home and they're alone
Even with they love

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

And each begins a new day
And if you understand him and he don't die young
probably just ride away

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 babies grow up to be
They'll never stay and they're always alone
Even with someone love

like 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 know how to him
He ain't wrong, he's just but his pride won't let him
Do things to you think he's right

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

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

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