Luyện nghe bài hát Angels Working Overtime

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

left her at a Denny's up in Colorado
In a blanket with her name on a note
said, "Forgive us Lord for not takin' her
But child has a better chance of makin' it
In someone arms"

And a crazy thing
has perfect wings
All the way the line
Angels overtime
Angels working

She was raised in a place called Cheyenne
But she never fit in and everyone tell
That she didn't belong in some prairie
And when she eighteen she bought a ticket out
On a

They a few minutes out of Santa Fe
She got out for a smoke and they drove
She hitched a ride a boy right out of school
He "I'm headed out west" and she said
"Me to if alright"

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

It a couple hundred miles till they fell in love
They forever was the only thing good enough
And in a moment of passion in a room
They held on and their aim was true
Now they're countin' the days
And dreamin' all in an apartment in LA

It's a thing
Fate has wings
All the way down the
Angels working

a crazy thing
Fate has perfect
All the way the line
Angels working
working overtime

She was born at a rest
On the state line
Angels overtime

She was
She was
She was