Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing
In this
When old beach bum yelled out
"Come on, play, give me steps"
I was beat but I him one more
Then I was headed out towards the

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

You treat 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 is it's really about"

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

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

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

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

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

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

And tonight I started getting to a beer with my old friends
And when he saw tour buses 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, 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 count of what you got
It's making you got count
No, it ain't keeping count of what you got
No, it all down to making what you got count

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