Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

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

And he and handed 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 the kind that would fit in that jar"

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

You can count your blessings, count yourself
But every day you get above
Oh, that ain't keeping 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
About this real rich dude I used to real well
He owned all kinds of but when he added it all up
He still felt he was empty as hell"

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

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

Count your blessings, yourself lucky
day you get above ground
'Cause it about keeping count of what you got
making what you got count

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

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

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

And the things in life, you can't put a price on
They come with no dollar or map, no
it ain't about keeping count of what you got
It's making what you got
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 it comes down to, son
your friends and be a friend
Count your blessings, don't count your