Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel

I. Mr.

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

Mr.
Hey Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry
seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you want someone to you
And when you're in town
Someone to you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these sexy
And far from my bars
these smiles...
Miss
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr.
...And sunscreen...
Miss
"...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 Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
...or bad...
...whatever you like!"

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

to Me!
to Me!
to Me!
There will be 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 Kingdom and a
A Paradise of Free
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the cars
And a of divinity
A glimpse of the

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

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

II.

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

I Raise My Glass

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