Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey there sweetie. 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... 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 to hold you
And call when in town
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these 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...
Mediocraty:
"...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 - that's me in the
Got
Three Mercedes 350, two
I Could have bought a Third World
With the riches that spent
But hey
All modern economics claim I deserved
single cent
And the one time I'm the lesser
Is when we the tab
So here's to Friends, and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...
But of all...

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

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

But then
Will leave you and scarred
(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, 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 when it's silent
And the lights from the bars go
I comforting
'Cause there deep inside
of loss arise
And I to lose!

I Raise My Glass

They say it's 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
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 claim I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is a lame excuse
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 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 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 cake for free, for me to throw in the of democracy
For those who help making ideologically untrendy
And individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table
So let's 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 ever get
So come on now - raise glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but