Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of My Teeth

Another morning, hungover and blue
Smellin' like cigarettes and
My mouth is dry, got eyes
And my head 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 like dressin' up
I don't own a pair of Sunday
And I refuse to be hypocrite

Oh when I'm out drinkin', I wear a
I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not
And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna 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 down a 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 behind the
Hell, he's probably more messed up me
Always talkin' damnation, cursin' every unbeliever
Who's he to Who's he to condemn me?

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

Half a loser, I'm a winner
I'm half a saint, and I'm half a
I my soul on Sunday dinner
I'm man of god
When get hard, I hit my knees
And I praise the lord when he me
I do my best to keep him
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 I know he's gonna smile at me
And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my
Il make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
By the skin of my