Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know 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 Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry
You've me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you want to hold you
And when you're in town
Someone to you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
outside these sexy cars
And far my trendy bars
Behind smiles...
Miss
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr.
...And sunscreen...
Mediocraty:
"...more quiet, we could... you know... talk!"
Mr.
...And "Live the Dream!"s...
Mediocraty:
"...and get to know other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How about a ride in that 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 Third World
With the riches that spent
But hey
All modern economics claim I deserved
Every cent
And the one time I'm the lesser
Is when we the tab
So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, 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 Pecuniae: take care of you)
to Me!
There be nothing left...
left...
...for you

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

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

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

II.

Mr.
But when it's silent
And the lights the bars go down
I need
'Cause somewhere 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 chosen company
I got myself a team
Me, Myself and I
You bet lonely at the top old friends
And I'm here to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim that I get paid for my big
But hey, you know...
is just a lame excuse
For my
They say we're really 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 to all of you who really 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 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 of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help making ideologically untrendy
And individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 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 only "thank you" you will get
So come on now - raise glasses!
to YOU
There will be nothing - no!
left...
...but