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 momma named her like their license plate
And with the hum of the on the interstate
She was

They left her at a up in Colorado
In a blanket with her name written on a
said, "Forgive us Lord for not takin' her
But this child has a chance of makin' it
In else's arms"

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

She was in a place called Cheyenne Wells
But she fit in and everyone could tell
That she didn't in some prairie town
And when she turned eighteen she bought a out
On a

They stopped a few minutes out of Fe
She got out for a and they drove away
She hitched a ride a boy right out of school
He said "I'm headed out west" and she
"Me to if alright"

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

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

a crazy thing
Fate has perfect
All the way down the
Angels working

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

She was at a rest stop
On the Kansas line
Angels overtime

She was
She was
She was