Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

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

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

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

You can count your blessings, count lucky
But every day you get above
Oh, that about keeping 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 story
About this real rich dude I used to know well
He owned all of stuff but when he added it all up
He still like he was empty as hell"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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