Luyện nghe bài hát Angels Working Overtime

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

They 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 this child has a better chance of it
In else's arms"

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

She was raised in a place Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and everyone tell
That she belong 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 drove
She hitched a ride with a boy right out of
He said "I'm out west" and she said
"Me to if alright"

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

It took a hundred miles till they fell 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 all night in an apartment in LA

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

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

She was born at a stop
On the Kansas state
Angels overtime

She was
She was
She was