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 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 with her name on a note
They said, "Forgive us for not takin' her
But this child has a better of makin' it
In someone arms"

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

She was raised in a place Cheyenne Wells
But she fit in and everyone could tell
That she didn't belong in prairie town
And when she turned eighteen she 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 with a boy right out of school
He said "I'm headed out west" and she
"Me to if alright"

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

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

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

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

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

She was
She was
She was