Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing
In this
this 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 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 would fit in jar"

You gotta people 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 blessings, count yourself lucky
But every day you get above
Oh, that ain't about keeping 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 this
About this rich dude I used to know real well
He owned all of stuff but when he added it all up
He still felt like he was as hell"

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

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

Count your blessings, count yourself
day you get above ground
'Cause it ain't about keeping 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 have a beer my old friends
And when he saw tour buses outside, he said

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

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