Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I I recognize 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
You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr.
Now you someone to hold you
And call you're in town
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these sexy
And far from my bars
Behind smiles...
Mediocraty:
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr.
...And sunscreen...
Miss
"...more quiet, we could... you know... talk!"
Mr.
...And "Live the Dream!"s...
Miss
"...and get to know other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How a ride in that 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 - me in the Armani
Got
Mercedes 350, two Ferraris
I have bought a Third World country
the riches that I've spent
But hey
All modern claim that I deserved
single cent
And the one time I'm the lesser
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 I'll 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 Free
I am here...
...to let you
get you the sexy cars
And a taste of
A glimpse of the

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

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

II.

Mr.
But then it's silent
And the lights from the bars go
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep
Feelings of loss
And I to lose!

III: I My Glass

say it's 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 winning
Me, Myself and I
You bet it's at the top old friends
And I'm here today to tell you why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim that I get paid for my big
But hey, you know...
is just a lame excuse
For my
They say that really the same 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 that I get paid for my big
To all of you who it up and pay my debts
To all of you who that my lifestyle does not affect the environment
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 their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the of democracy
For those who help making solidarity untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at table
So let's raise our glasses 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 get
So come on now - raise glasses!
to YOU
There will be nothing - no!
left...
...but