Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

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

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

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

You can your blessings, count yourself lucky
But every day you get ground
Oh, that ain't about 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 this
About this real rich dude I used to 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
That dude was me back before I my life
Ah, just to live here, selling shots and some beer
And, and some free advice"

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

your blessings, count yourself lucky
Every day you get above
'Cause it ain't keeping count of what you got
It's what you got count

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

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

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

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

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