Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Mediocraty:
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and 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
seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you someone to hold you
And call when you're in
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause these sexy cars
And far from my 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 each other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Miss
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? 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 Mercedes 350, two
I Could have a Third World country
With the that I've spent
But hey
All modern economics claim I deserved
single cent
And the one time I'm the half
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...
Here's to Me! (Dea Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take of you)
to Me!
There will be left...
left...
...for you

Dea
"If you're looking for
A and a Crown
A Paradise of Free
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the cars
And a taste of
A glimpse of the

But then
leave you dried and scarred
(Mr. That's right, oh, give 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 go down
I need
'Cause somewhere there inside
Feelings of loss
And I to lose!

III: I Raise My

They say it's at the top
I'm as lonely 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 it's lonely at the top old
And I'm here to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They that I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is a lame excuse
For my
They say we're really the same you and I
And I truly do
You see
Just me
You for me
the day you die
And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe 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 the environment
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 solidarity ideologically
And charity individualistically idiotic, and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor '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 - raise glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but