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

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 lawyers and

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

ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than or gold
Lonestar belt and old faded Levis

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

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

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

Cowboys like 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, just different but his pride won't let him
Do to make 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 and lawyers and such

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

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

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys