Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Of My Teeth

Another Sunday morning, and blue
Smellin' cigarettes and beer
My is dry, got bloodshot eyes
And my head in two
bells 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 to be another hypocrite

Oh I'm out drinkin', I wear 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 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 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 more up than me
Always talkin' damnation, cursin' every unbeliever
Who's he to judge? 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 he's gonna smile at me
And make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth

Half a loser, I'm half a
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 lord he blesses me
I do my best to him pleased
I'm man of god
I'm man of god

I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross
I'm far from a righteous man, oh we all
And when I meet my maker I know he's gonna at me
And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my
When Il make it to heaven by the of my teeth
By the skin of my