Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, 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
Someone to calm you and you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these sexy
And far my trendy 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!
Miss
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"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 - that's me in the
Got
Three 350, two Ferraris
I Could have a Third World country
With the riches I've spent
But hey
All economics claim that I deserved
Every cent
And the one time I'm the lesser
Is we split the tab
So to Friends, Family 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...
to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll care of you)
to Me!
There will be left...
left...
...for you

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

But then
Will you dried and scarred
(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 when it's silent
And the from the bars go down
I comforting
'Cause there deep inside
of loss arise
And I to lose!

III: I My Glass

say it's lonely at the top
Then I'm as as can be
But I am not too
You see, I've this company
I got myself a winning
Me, Myself 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 that I get for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is just a excuse
For my
say that we're 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 believe that 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 not affect the environment
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 for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy
And individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your
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 only "thank you" you will get
So come on now - your glasses!
to YOU
There will be nothing - no!
left...
...but