Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was counting my at the Playing Sixes
In this
When this old beach bum 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"
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 right on your up
They'll have back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from old beach bum, son
Keeping it is what it's really about"

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

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

Now people right on your ride up
They'll have your 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 yourself
Every day you get ground
'Cause it about keeping count of what you got
It's making what you got

Oh, now I recollect how much I collected in my jar

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

Now are your treating people right on your up?
They'll have your back on the way down
He said, "Take it from this old bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, that's what really 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 about 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
your blessings, don't count your problems