Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlw

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 Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm
You've 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 sexy cars
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...
Miss
"...and get to know other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How about a 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 - that's me in the Armani
Got
Three 350, two Ferraris
I Could have bought a Third World
With the riches I've spent
But hey
All economics claim that I deserved
single cent
And the one time I'm the half
Is when we 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 be nothing left...
So...
to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll care of you)
to Me!
There be nothing left...
left...
...for you

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

But Vanity
Will you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: right, oh, give 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 from the go down
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep
Feelings of arise
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 chosen this
I got myself a winning
It's Me, and I
You bet lonely at the top old friends
And I'm here to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They that I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is just a excuse
For my
They say we're really the same you and I
And I truly do
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 for my big responsibility
To all of you who it up and pay my debts
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 know
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 making solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, and characteristically bendy
I thee you poor bastards 'cause 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