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 but I played him one more
I was headed out towards 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 tips
But they sure 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 old beach bum, son
Keeping it real is it's really about"

You can count your blessings, count lucky
But every day you get ground
Oh, that ain't about keeping 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 story
About this real dude I used to know real well
He owned all kinds of stuff but when he it all up
He felt like he was empty as hell"

He said, "Son, you believe that
dude was me back before I inventoried my life
Ah, just to live down here, selling and some beer
And, and some free advice"

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

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

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

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

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

And the best in life, you can't put a price on
don't 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 about keeping of what you got
No, it all comes to making what you got count

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