Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

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

And he and handed 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 ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"

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

You can count your blessings, count yourself
But every day you get above
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 story
About this real rich dude I used to real well
He owned all 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 before I inventoried my life
Ah, just to live down here, selling shots and beer
And, and dispensing some advice"

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

your blessings, count yourself lucky
Every day you get ground
'Cause it ain't keeping count of what you got
making what you got count

Oh, now I recollect 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 people right on your ride up?
They'll have your back on the way down
He said, "Take it from old beach bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, that's it's really about"

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

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