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

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

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

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

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

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em 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
with someone they love

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

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

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, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always
Even with they love

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

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