Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was counting my at the Playing Sixes
In [Incomprehensible]
When this old bum yelled out
"Come on, play, give me steps"
I was beat but I him one more
Then I was headed out towards the

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 fit in that jar"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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