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 in the summer time
Her momma named her like their license plate
And with the hum of the tires on the
She was

They left her at a up in Colorado
In a blanket her name written on a note
They said, "Forgive us for not takin' her
But this child has a better of makin' it
In someone arms"

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

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 she turned 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 a ride with a boy right out of school
He "I'm headed out west" and she said
"Me to if alright"

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

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

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

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

She was at a rest stop
On the state line
Angels working

She was
She was
She was