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 recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to 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 you're in town
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside sexy cars
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...
Mediocraty:
"...and get to each other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Mediocraty:
"...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.
Finance - that's me in the Armani
Got
Three 350, two Ferraris
I Could have bought a World country
With the riches I've spent
But hey
All modern economics claim I deserved
single cent
And the one time I'm the lesser
Is we split 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...
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 looking for fulfillment
A Kingdom and a
A Paradise of Free
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the sexy
And a of divinity
A glimpse of the

But then
leave 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: You'll care of me)
to Me!
To me"

II.

Mr.
But then when silent
And the lights from the go down
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep
Feelings of arise
And I to lose!

III: I Raise My

They say lonely at the top
I'm as lonely as can be
But I am not too
You see, chosen this company
I got myself a team
Me, Myself 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 paid for my big
But hey, you know...
That is just a excuse
For my
They say that we're really the you and I
And I truly do
You see
Just 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 does not affect the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not than marginally anyway
for you!
And you know
to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to in the face of democracy
For who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity 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 last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times - 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 be nothing left - no!
left...
...but