Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of My Teeth

Another Sunday morning, and blue
like cigarettes and beer
My mouth is dry, got eyes
And my head in two
Church bells in my ear

The high steeple, crowds are up, those 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 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 gonna smile at me
And make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth

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

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 he's gonna at me
And make it to heaven 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 soul on dinner
I'm man of god
When 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 wear a
I'm far a righteous man, oh arent we all
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
When Il make it to heaven by the skin of my
By the skin of my