Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was counting my at the Playing Sixes
In this
When old beach bum yelled out
"Come on, play, me three steps"
I was beat but I played him one
Then I was headed out the door

And he handshake and handed me a hundred bills
And said, "By the way, I own bar"
he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tips
But they sure ain't the kind that would fit in jar"

You gotta treat right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way down
He said, "Take it from old beach bum, son
Keeping it real is what it's about"

You can count blessings, count yourself lucky
But every day you get above
Oh, ain't about keeping count of what you got
making what you got count

He me by the arm and said
He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you story
About this real rich dude I used to real well
He owned all kinds of stuff but he added it all up
He still felt like he was as hell"

He said, "Son, would you believe
That dude was me back before I inventoried my
Ah, just to live here, selling shots and some beer
And, and dispensing some advice"

Now treat people right on ride up
They'll have your back on the way back
He said, "Take it from old beach bum, son
Keeping it real, what it's really about"

Count your blessings, count yourself
day you get above ground
'Cause it about keeping count of what you got
It's making what you got

Oh, now I can't how much I collected in my jar

And tonight I getting to have a beer with my old friends
And when he saw those buses outside, he said

Now are treating people right on your ride up?
They'll have your back on the way down
He said, "Take it from old beach bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, that's what really about"

And the best things in life, you put a price on
They come with no dollar or map, no
'Cause it ain't about keeping count of you got
making what you got count
No, it ain't keeping count of what you got
No, it all comes down to making what you got

Make it count, that's what it down to, son
Tell your and be a friend
Count your blessings, don't count problems