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 her Indiana like their license plate
And with the hum of the tires on the
She was

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

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

She was raised in a called Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and everyone could
That she didn't belong in prairie town
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 away
She hitched a ride with a boy right out of
He said "I'm headed out west" and she
"Me to if alright"

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

It a couple hundred miles till they fell in love
They knew forever was the thing good enough
And in a moment of in a motel room
held on tight and their aim was true
Now countin' down the days
And all night in an apartment in LA

It's a thing
has perfect wings
All the way the line
Angels working

It's a crazy
Fate has perfect
All the way the line
working overtime
Angels overtime

She was at a rest stop
On the Kansas line
working overtime

She was
She was
She was