Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of My Teeth

Another Sunday morning, hungover and
Smellin' cigarettes and beer
My mouth is dry, got eyes
And my splittin' in two
Church ringin' in my ear

The high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those pews
But I'm just gonna hang around my
I don't like dressin' up
I don't own a of Sunday shoes
And I refuse to be hypocrite

Oh I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross
I'm not really a man, oh but I'm not lost
And when I meet my maker, I he's gonna smile at me
And I'll make it to by the skin of my teeth

My grandma me "Boy, you better straighten up
Cause you're swervin down a road."
She said "Put that damned old bottle down and pick Bible up
Get in church, put on a choir robe"
Oh but I see myself fallin' in line behind the preacher
Hell, probably more messed up than me
Always talkin' 'bout damnation, cursin' unbeliever
Who's he to judge? Who's he to me?

When I'm out drinkin', I wear a
I'm not really a man, oh but I'm not lost
And when I my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me
And I'll make it to by the skin of my teeth

Half a loser, I'm a winner
I'm half a saint, and I'm a sinner
I feed my soul on dinner
I'm man of god
When times get hard, I hit my
And I praise the when he blesses me
I do my to keep him pleased
I'm man of god
I'm man of god

When I'm out drinkin', I wear a
I'm far from a righteous man, oh we all
And when I meet my I know he's gonna smile at me
And I'll make it to heaven by the of my teeth
When Il it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
By the skin of my