Luyện nghe bài hát Angels Working Overtime

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

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

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

She was raised in a place Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and everyone tell
That she didn't belong in some town
And when she turned eighteen she bought a out
On a

stopped a few minutes out of Santa Fe
She got out for a smoke and drove 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
has perfect wings
All the way the line
Angels working
Angels overtime

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

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

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

She was born at a rest
On the Kansas state
working overtime

She was
She was
She was