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, me three 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"
Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more
But sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"

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

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

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

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

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

your blessings, count yourself 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 I started getting to have a beer with my old friends
And when he saw tour buses outside, he said

Now are your treating people right on your up?
They'll your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it this old beach bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, that's 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 ain't about keeping count of you got
making what you got count
No, it ain't about keeping of what you got
No, it all comes down to making you got count

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