Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

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

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

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

You can count blessings, count yourself lucky
But every day you get above
Oh, that about keeping count of what you got
It's what you got count

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

He said, "Son, would you that
dude was me back before I inventoried my life
Ah, just to live here, selling shots and some beer
And, and dispensing free 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 lucky
day you get above ground
'Cause it ain't about count of what you got
It's making what you got

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

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

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

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

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