Luyện nghe bài hát Angels Working Overtime

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

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

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

She was raised in a called Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in and could tell
That she didn't belong in prairie town
And she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out
On a

They stopped a few out of Santa Fe
She got out for a and they 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 it's a crazy
has perfect wings
All the way down the
working overtime
Angels working

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

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

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

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

She was
She was
She was