Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of My Teeth

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

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

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

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

When I'm out drinkin', I 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 skin of my

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