Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I 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 Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm
You've 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 these sexy cars
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 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 - me in the Armani
Got
Three 350, two Ferraris
I Could bought a Third World country
With the riches that I've
But hey
All modern economics claim that I
Every cent
And the one time I'm the 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)
to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take care of you)
to Me!
There will be left...
left...
...for you

Dea
"If you're looking for
A Kingdom and a
A of Free Rides
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the sexy
And a taste of
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 take of me)
to Me!
To me"

II.

Mr.
But then when silent
And the lights from the bars go
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there inside
of loss arise
And I to lose!

I Raise My Glass

They say lonely 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 it's at the top old friends
And I'm here today to you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim that I get for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is just a lame
For my
They say that we're the same you and I
And I truly do
You see
like me
You for me
the day you die
And so I my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility
To all of you who it up and pay my debts
To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not more than marginally
for you!
And you know
to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help making solidarity untrendy
And individualistically idiotic, unsmart 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 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 - your glasses!
to YOU
There will be nothing - no!
left...
...but