Luyện nghe bài hát Angels Working Overtime

She was at a rest stop on the Kansas state line
In the back of a Dodge in the summer
Her named her Indiana like their license plate
And the hum of the tires on the interstate
She was

They her at a Denny's up in Colorado
In a blanket her name written on a note
That said, "Forgive us for not takin' her
But child has a better chance of makin' it
In else's arms"

And it's a crazy
Fate has perfect
All the way the line
Angels overtime

She was in a place called Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and everyone could
That she belong in some prairie town
And she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out
On a

stopped a few minutes out of Santa Fe
She got out for a smoke and they away
She a ride with a boy right out of school
He said "I'm out west" and she said "Me too
If all right"

And it's a thing
Fate has perfect
All the way down the
working overtime

It took a couple hundred miles 'til they in love
They knew forever was the only thing good
And in a moment of in a motel room
held on tight and their aim was true
Now countin' down the days
And dreamin' all in an apartment in L.A.

And it's a crazy
Fate has perfect
All the way the line
Angels overtime

And it's a crazy
Fate has wings
All the way down the
working overtime

She was born at a rest on the Kansas state line
Angels workin'
She was
She was
She was