Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was my tips at the Playing Sixes
In [Incomprehensible]
When this old beach bum out
"Come on, play, me three steps"
I was but I played him one more
Then I was out towards 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 people right on your ride up
They'll have back on the way back down
He said, "Take it this old beach bum, son
Keeping it real is what it's about"

You can count your blessings, yourself lucky
But day you get above ground
Oh, that ain't about keeping count of you got
It's making you got count

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

He said, "Son, you believe that
That dude was me back I inventoried my life
Ah, just to live down here, selling and some beer
And, and some free advice"

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

Count blessings, count yourself lucky
Every day you get ground
'Cause it ain't about keeping count of you got
It's making what you got

Oh, now I recollect how much I collected in my jar

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

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

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

Make it count, that's what it comes to, son
Tell your and be a friend
Count your blessings, count your problems