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 splittin' in two
bells ringin' in my ear

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

Oh 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 he's gonna at me
And I'll make it to by the skin of my teeth

My grandma told me "Boy, you straighten up
Cause swervin down a bumpy road."
She said "Put that old bottle down and pick your Bible up
Get back in church, put on a robe"
Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in line behind the
Hell, he's probably messed up than me
Always talkin' 'bout damnation, cursin' every
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 heaven by the skin of my

Half a loser, I'm a winner
I'm half a saint, and I'm half a
I feed my soul on dinner
I'm man of god
times 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 wear a
I'm far from a man, oh arent we all
And when I meet my maker I know he's smile at me
And I'll it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
Il make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
By the of my teeth