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 Indiana like 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
They said, "Forgive us for not takin' her
But this child has a better chance of it
In someone arms"

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

She was in a place called Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and everyone could
That she didn't in some prairie town
And when she turned 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 to if alright"

And a crazy thing
Fate has wings
All the way down the
Angels working
Angels working

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

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

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

She was born at a stop
On the state line
working overtime

She was
She was
She was