Luyện nghe bài hát Tips

Well, I was my tips at the Playing Sixes
In this
When this old beach bum out
"Come on, play, me three steps"
I was beat but I played him one
I was headed out towards 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 more
But they sure ain't the kind that fit in that jar"

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

You can your blessings, count yourself lucky
But every day you get above
Oh, that ain't about count of what you got
making what you got count

He me by the arm and said
He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you story
this real rich dude I used to know real well
He all kinds 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 back I inventoried my life
Ah, just to live down here, selling shots and some
And, and dispensing free advice"

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

Count your blessings, count yourself
Every day you get ground
'Cause it about keeping count of what you got
It's what you got count

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

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

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

And the best things in life, you can't put a 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 count of you got
No, it all comes to making what you got count

Make it count, that's it comes down to, son
Tell your friends and be a
Count your blessings, count your problems