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, 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"
he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tips
But they sure the kind that would fit in that jar"

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

You can your blessings, count yourself lucky
But every day you get above
Oh, that about keeping count of what you got
It's what you got count

He grabbed me by the arm and
He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you this
About this real rich dude I to know real well
He owned all kinds of 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 back before I inventoried my
Ah, just to live here, selling shots and some beer
And, and some free advice"

Now people right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way down
He said, "Take it from this old bum, son
Keeping it real, that's what it's 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 can't recollect how much I in my jar

And tonight I started getting to have a 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 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 best in life, you can't put a price on
They don't with no dollar or map, no
'Cause it ain't about keeping of what you got
It's making you got count
No, it ain't keeping count of what you got
No, it all comes down to making you got count

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