Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was my tips at the Playing Sixes
In this
When old beach bum yelled out
"Come on, play, give me steps"
I was beat but I 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 sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"

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

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

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

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

Now people right on your ride up
They'll have your on the way back down
He said, "Take it from old beach 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 keeping count of you got
It's making you got count

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

And tonight I 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 ride up?
They'll have back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from this old bum, son
Yeah, it real, that's what it's really about"

And the best things in life, you can't put a 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 count of you got
No, it all comes down to what you got count

Make it count, that's what it down to, son
Tell friends and be a friend
Count your blessings, count your problems