Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"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 ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you 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 when you're in town
Someone to calm you and 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 each other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Miss
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Miss
"How about a ride in that Bentley up 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
Three 350, two Ferraris
I Could have a Third World country
With the that I've spent
But hey
All modern claim that I deserved
Every single
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 be nothing left...
So...
Here's to Me! (Dea Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: take 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
I'll get you the cars
And a taste of
A glimpse of the

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

Here's to Me! (Mr. 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 the bars go down
I need
'Cause somewhere there 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 it's 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...
is just a lame excuse
For my
They say that we're the same you and I
And I do agree
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 think that my lifestyle does not affect the
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 face of
For those who help making ideologically untrendy
And charity idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute 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 after all, let's face it; that's the "thank you" you will ever get
So come on now - your glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but