Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of My Teeth

Another Sunday morning, hungover and
Smellin' like and beer
My mouth is dry, got eyes
And my splittin' in two
Church bells in my ear

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

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

My told me "Boy, you better straighten up
Cause you're down a bumpy road."
She said "Put that damned old bottle and pick your Bible up
Get back in church, put on a robe"
Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in behind the preacher
Hell, probably more messed up than 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 really a man, oh but I'm not lost
And when I meet my maker, I know he's smile at me
And I'll make it to by the skin of my teeth

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