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 but I played him one more
Then I was headed out the door

And he handshake and 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 more
But they sure the kind that would fit in that jar"

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

You can count your blessings, count lucky
But every day you get above
Oh, that about keeping count of what you got
It's making 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 to know real well
He owned all kinds of but when he added it all up
He felt like he was empty as hell"

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

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

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

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

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

Now are your people right on your ride up?
have your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from 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 keeping count of what you got
It's what you got count
No, it ain't keeping count of what you got
No, it all down to making what you got count

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