Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Gildenlw

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
You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr.
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 these 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 ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours it? I'll 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 bought a Third World country
With the riches I've spent
But hey
All modern claim that I deserved
Every cent
And the one I'm the lesser half
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 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. Money: That's right, oh, it to me!)

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

II.

Mr.
But then it's silent
And the from the bars go down
I need
'Cause somewhere there inside
of loss arise
And I to lose!

III: I Raise My

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 a winning team
It's Me, and I
You bet it's lonely at the top old
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...
That is just a lame
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 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 lifestyle does not the environment
Or the
Well, not more than marginally 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 solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at table
So let's raise our 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 on now - raise your glasses!
to YOU
There be nothing left - no!
left...
...but