Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

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

And he handshake and me a hundred dollar bills
And said, "By the way, I own bar"
Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few 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 this old beach bum, son
Keeping it real is what it's about"

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

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

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

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

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

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

And tonight I started getting to have a beer 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 back on the way down
He said, "Take it from this old bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, what it's really about"

And the things in life, you can't put a price on
They come with 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 keeping count of what you got
No, it all comes down to making what you got

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