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, me three steps"
I was beat but I played him one
Then I was headed out towards the

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 sure ain't the kind that fit in that jar"

You gotta treat right on your ride up
have your 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, count yourself
But every day you get above
Oh, that about keeping count of what you got
making what you got count

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

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

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

Count blessings, count yourself lucky
day you get above ground
'Cause it ain't keeping count of what you got
It's making you got count

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

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

Now are your treating people right on ride up?
have your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from old beach bum, son
Yeah, keep it real, what it's really about"

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

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