Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Mediocraty:
"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 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
seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you want to hold you
And call when you're in
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...
Mediocraty:
"...and get to know other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Miss
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

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

Mr.
Finance - that's me in the Armani
Got
Three Mercedes 350, two
I Could have bought a Third country
With the riches that I've
But hey
All economics claim that I deserved
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 be nothing left...
So...
to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: 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 looking for
A and a Crown
A Paradise of Free
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the sexy
And a of divinity
A glimpse of the

But then
Will leave you dried and
(Mr. Money: 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 when it's
And the lights from the go down
I comforting
somewhere there deep inside
Feelings of arise
And I to lose!

III: I My Glass

They say it's at the top
Then I'm as as can be
But I am not too
You see, I've this company
I got a winning team
It's Me, and I
You bet lonely at the top old friends
And I'm here today to you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is just a lame
For my
They say that really the same you and I
And I truly do
You see
like 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 suck it up and pay my
To all of you who that my lifestyle does not affect the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not more than 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 making solidarity untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, and characteristically 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 and credit of all times - cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get
So come on now - your glasses!
to YOU
There be nothing left - no!
left...
...but