Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

Mr.
Hey Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry
You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr.
Now you want to hold you
And call you're in town
Someone to calm you and you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause these sexy cars
And far my trendy bars
Behind smiles...
Mediocraty:
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr.
...And sunscreen...
Mediocraty:
"...more quiet, we could... you know... talk!"
Mr.
...And "Live the Dream!"s...
Mediocraty:
"...and get to each other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
...or bad...
...whatever you like!"

Mr.
Finance - that's me in the Armani
Got
Three 350, two Ferraris
I Could have a Third World country
With the riches that spent
But hey
All economics claim that I deserved
Every cent
And the one time I'm the half
Is we split the tab
So to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...
But of all...

to Me!
to Me!
to Me!
There be nothing left...
So...
Here's to Me! (Dea Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: take care of you)
to Me!
There will be left...
left...
...for you

Dea
"If you're for fulfillment
A and a Crown
A Paradise of Rides
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the cars
And a of divinity
A glimpse of the

But then
leave you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, it to me!)

to Me! (Mr. Money: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: You'll take of me)
to Me!
To me"

II.

Mr.
But then it's silent
And the lights the bars go down
I comforting
somewhere there deep inside
Feelings of arise
And I to lose!

III: I Raise My

They say lonely at the top
I'm as lonely as can be
But I am not too
You see, I've this company
I got myself a winning
Me, Myself and I
You bet it's lonely at the top old
And I'm here to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim that I get paid for my big
But hey, you know...
That is just a lame
For my
They say that we're really the you and I
And I do agree
You see
Just me
You for me
the day you die
And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe I get paid for my big responsibility
To all of you who it up and pay my debts
To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the
Or the
Well, maybe not more marginally anyway
for you!
And you what?
to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who give piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and bendy
I salute you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table
So let's raise our one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times - cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get
So on now - raise your glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but