Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of My Teeth

Another Sunday morning, hungover and
Smellin' like and beer
My is dry, got bloodshot eyes
And my head in two
bells ringin' in my ear

The high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those pews
But I'm gonna hang around my crib
Cause I like dressin' up
I own a pair of Sunday shoes
And I refuse to be hypocrite

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

My told me "Boy, you better straighten up
you're swervin down a bumpy road."
She said "Put damned old bottle down and pick your Bible up
Get in church, put on a choir robe"
Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in behind the preacher
Hell, he's probably messed up than me
Always 'bout damnation, cursin' every unbeliever
Who's he to judge? he to condemn me?

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

a loser, I'm half a winner
I'm half a saint, and I'm a sinner
I feed my on Sunday dinner
I'm man of god
When get hard, I hit my knees
And I the lord 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 a cross
I'm far a righteous man, oh arent we all
And when I meet my I know he's gonna smile at me
And make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
When Il make it to heaven by the of my teeth
By the skin of my